The Pale Shadows
The train hissed its final, breathless sigh as it slid into the grey, rain-slicked station, a long, metallic beast shedding its steam into the damp air of a city that seemed to exist less in reality than in the smog and the shadows of its own industrial ambitions, where I stepped down onto the platform with the heavy, iron taste of anxiety already coating my tongue, my briefcase clutched so...
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