The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The train hissed against the iron tracks, a long, shuddering exhale that seemed to shake the very foundations of the platform. Elias stood at the edge of the yellow line, his small hands gripping the cold brass railing, watching the rear car of the express pull away into the grey morning mist. He was ten years old, a boy made of sharp elbows and softer, desperate eyes, and he felt the weight of...

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