The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The train hissed to a halt in the coal-dusted dark, and the cold of the Blackwood estate settled into my bones before I had even stepped onto the platform. I was twelve, carrying a bag that held only my father’s last letter and a coat that was too thin for the industrial winter of 1912. The letter was a testament, a plea, a command to keep the name Vane alive in the eyes of the men who owned...

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