The Pale Shadows
The train hissed through the station like a wound opening in the cold, and I stepped onto the platform with my luggage, a heavy canvas bag that contained not just my clothes but the weight of twenty years of silence, twenty years of waiting for the echo of a conversation that had never truly ended, twenty years of trying to explain away the fact that my left knee had begun to ache with a...
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