The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The train stopped. Steam hissed. I was ten. My brother was twelve. He pulled my sleeve. "Stay close." His voice was thin. The air smelled of coal. And iron. We stepped onto the platform. It was night. The station was a box of stone. We were inside. The doors were locked. We could not leave. This was the rule. We waited. The lights buzzed. A low, electric hum. It filled my ears. Thomas looked at...

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