The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The train left before he finished packing. Elias watched the rails vanish into the fog. He did not run. He never ran. The station was empty. The air smelled of coal and wet iron. He held the box in his hands. It was heavy. Wood. Leather straps. Inside, the tools. His father’s tools. The chisels. The mallets. The fine point knives. They had worn smooth. They had worn thin. He boarded the next...

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