The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The train groans. It is a sound of metal tearing metal. You sit in the corner of the third-class carriage. The air is thick. It smells of coal dust and damp wool. The window is closed. A film of gray condensation blurs the world outside. You watch the trees. They are bare. They are black sticks against a white sky. You are twelve years old. Your name is Elias. You are still. Your hands are...

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