The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The train had stopped, but the engine still hummed, a low, electric thrum that vibrated through the soles of my boots and up into the marrow of my shins, a frequency I could feel in my teeth, a constant, low-grade warning that the world outside the glass was not merely waiting for us to leave, but was actively resisting our presence, a physical barrier of static and silence that pressed against...

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