The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The morning air tasted of iron and wet ash as you stood at the edge of the platform, watching the steam from the locomotive curl into the grey sky like a ghost refusing to dissipate. You were leaving, or rather, you were being sent away, and the distinction felt less important than the weight of the canvas bag in your hands. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, lay the only thing that had kept you sane...

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