The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The train smells of wet wool and stale tobacco, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like a forgotten memory. You are sitting in the corner of the second-class carriage, your knees pressed together, watching the grey countryside unspool beyond the window. It is a landscape of muted greens and browns, a patchwork quilt stitched by indifferent hands. You are a man who investigates the...

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