The Pale Shadows
We had been walking for what felt like centuries, though the clock on the wall of the station we had just fled indicated that only three hours had passed since the last train left the platform, a detail that seemed increasingly irrelevant in the face of the vast, silent expanse that stretched out before us, a place where the sky was the color of old bruises and the air tasted of copper and...
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