The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The wind did not howl, not exactly, but it sustained a low, thrumming frequency against the corrugated siding of the train car that vibrated in the marrow of Elias’s bones, a constant reminder that the cold was not merely a temperature but a physical presence, a heavy hand pressing against the glass, waiting for a crack, a weakness, a surrender. Elias sat in the corner seat, his knees drawn up...

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