The Pale Tower
The train carried us north through a landscape that seemed to dissolve into the gray mist before we could even register its passage, the rhythmic clacking of the wheels on the iron tracks becoming less a sound and more a physical vibration that settled deep into the marrow of our bones, a persistent, low-frequency hum that warned us of the approaching stillness and the terrible, quiet weight of...
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