The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The train that carried me into the valley of Oakhaven was not, in the strictest mechanical sense, broken, though it moved with a grinding, arrhythmic shudder that suggested the locomotive was fighting a silent, internal war against the very physics of the track, and I remember thinking, as I sat in the third-class carriage with my leather case clutched so tightly against my chest that the brass...

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