The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The train does not stop. It merely slows, a great iron beast tiring of its own momentum, as it glides into the station that has no name on the map, only a code that the conductor mutters like a prayer. You step onto the platform, the air thick with the scent of ozone and wet stone, and you are immediately aware that you are not the first to arrive, nor will you be the last, though it is you who...

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