The Pale Shadows
The train stopped in the valley. It had stopped for hours. The engine hissed. Steam rose. It curled into the gray air. It looked like breath. It looked like ghosts. Caleb sat by the window. His back was against the cold glass. He was a man of iron. His hands were large. They were calloused. They had held swords. They had held reins. They had held nothing for a long time now. The war was over....
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