The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The train was late, as it always was, and the rain against the glass of the carriage was a gray, relentless drumming that seemed to vibrate right into my bones. I sat in the corner, my uniform pressed tight against my chest, the badge on my belt feeling less like a symbol of authority and more like a heavy, cold anchor. Across from me, a man with a face like crumpled parchment stared at his...

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