The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ink is dry. You wake. The smell is sharp. Iron and dust. You are on a train. The wheels hum a low, endless note. It vibrates in your teeth. You look at your hands. They are old. The skin is thin. It looks like parchment. You hold a letter. It is yellowed. The edges are soft. You have held it for a long time. The train moves through a landscape of gray. The trees are bare. They look like...

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