The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

You are leaving, and the air tastes of rust and wet paper, a metallic tang that clings to the back of your throat as you watch the train pull away from the platform, the wheels groaning a low, mournful hymn against the iron tracks that cut through the gray morning like scars across the earth. There is no dialogue here, not really, just the heavy, suffocating silence of a station that knows too...

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