The Pale Exile
The train carriage swayed with a rhythmic, mechanical lullaby, a vibration that seemed to seep into the marrow of your bones, carrying you northward toward the capital where the air was thinner and the expectations heavier, and you sat in the corner of the private compartment with your coat folded neatly over your knees, watching the grey fields of the Midwest blur into a watercolor smear of...
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