The Pale Shadows
The train did not slow as it entered the valley of Ashgrove, but it shuddered, a low, metallic groan that vibrated through the soles of my boots and settled into the marrow of my bones, a sensation like holding one’s breath underwater until the lungs burn with the desperate need for air. We were the third squad of the night shift, the ones who worked the hours when the fog rolled off the river...
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