The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The train hissed into the station, a long exhalation of steam that smelled of coal and cold iron. Margaret pulled her coat tighter. The air bit. It was November, the kind of gray that sucked the color out of the world. She stepped off the carriage. Her boots crunched on the gravel. She was not alone. Her brother stood by the ticket booth. Thomas looked thin. His face was pale. He did not wave....

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