The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The train cut through the grey morning. It moved fast. The wind screamed outside. It was a sound like tearing cloth. Inside, the air was still and cold. It smelled of coal dust and wet wool. Elias Thorne sat by the window. He held a small box in his lap. It was made of black oak. The wood was dark as dried blood. He did not open it. He did not need to. He knew what was inside. He knew it in his...

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