The Pale Shadows
The rain fell on the roof of the train. It drummed a steady, hollow rhythm. Elias sat by the window. The glass was cold. He pressed his forehead against it. The reflection stared back. It was not his face. It was a stranger’s. Pale. Thin. Eyes like cracked ice. He looked away. The track blurred. The world moved. He was leaving. He had to leave. The station was behind him. The platform was...
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