The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The train rattled. It shook the bones. It shook the teeth. Elias stood. He held the bag. The bag was heavy. It was wool. It was gray. It was his father’s coat. No. Not his father’s. His. He had worn it for twenty years. It had been a gift. A curse. A shroud. The window showed the rain. The rain was black. The city was blurred. He was going to see him. He had to. The door opened. A gust of wind....

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