The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The train hissed against the iron rails, a long, shuddering exhale that seemed to pull the fog out of the valley and into the belly of the engine. Elias stood by the window, his face pressed against the cold glass, watching the grey fields of the Yorkshire moors slide past in a blur of wet heather and standing stones. He was sixteen, old enough to be tired, young enough to be afraid, though he...

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