The Pale Shadows
The train shudders into the depot. Steam hisses. It smells of wet wool and iron. You step onto the platform. The air is thick. It hangs low. You wear your coat. It is long. It is dark. The fabric is heavy. It drapes over your shoulders. It feels like a second skin. You are a man of the law. You have worn this coat for ten years. It has seen things. It has held secrets. Now it holds you. You...
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