The Pale Shadows
The train to the coast exhaled its final, rattling breath behind us, a mechanical sigh that seemed to settle into the very marrow of the station platform, leaving behind a silence so profound it felt less like an absence of sound and more like a physical weight, a heavy, damp wool blanket draped over the shoulders of the city, pressing down on the wet cobblestones and the grey, weeping faces of...
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