The Pale Letter
The fog rolled in thick. It swallowed the rails. It swallowed the fields. It swallowed the world. Elias stood on the platform. He held the lantern. The flame trembled. It did not go out. He was not a man anymore. He was a shadow. He was the dark. He was the cold iron of the ties. He had walked for days. He had not slept. His feet were numb. His bones were hollow. He was a ghost in a coat. He...
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