The Pale Shadows
The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven, a sound like a long, dying breath, and Elias Vance stepped onto the platform with his suitcase in hand. It was a heavy thing, bound in leather, containing nothing but a few changes of clothes and the weight of three years spent in a foreign country that had no use for him. He was an immigrant, or rather, a refugée of bureaucracy, a man whose papers...
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