The Pale Letter
The train shuddered into the station of Oakhaven, a sound like a bone cracking under the weight of years, and I stepped onto the platform where the air tasted of wet limestone and impending rain. I was not alone in my displacement, for the world had fractured itself into shards of memory and blood, leaving men like myself to drift across borders that no longer held meaning. I carried with me a...
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