The Pale Verdict
The train leaves at dawn. You know this because the ticket in your pocket says so, and because the clock on the wall of the small, rented room ticks with a mechanical precision that feels like a judgment. You are not ready. You are never ready. But readiness is a luxury for those who have a home to return to. You have only the suitcase. And the silence. The room is small. The walls are thin....
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