The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The train hissed to a halt, a long, shuddering exhalation that seemed to pull the dust from the very air of the station. I stepped onto the platform, my boots striking the wet gravel with a sound that felt too loud, too deliberate, in the grey morning mist. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool, a scent that had become my companion in the years since the border closed. I was here to see...

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