The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The train hissed. Steam rose. We were late. I looked at my hands. They shook. Not from cold. From fear. The coat. I touched the lapel. It was wool. Brown. Heavy. It had belonged to him. To Martin. He wore it for thirty years. Now it hung on my shoulders. It was too big. It swallowed me. We stepped off the platform. The station was empty. Rain slicked the concrete. I buttoned the coat. The...

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