The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The train slowed. The rails screamed. It was a sound that lived in the teeth. Thomas sat by the window. His uniform was crisp. The wool smelled of lanolin and iron. He watched the fields blur. They were gray. Brown. Dead. He touched his collar. The buttons were cold. They were silver. They had belonged to his father. The conductor passed. He nodded. Thomas nodded back. No words were needed. The...

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