The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The train did not arrive on time. It never did. Elias stood on the platform, the gravel crunching under the soles of his boots, watching the white steam rise from the tracks like a ghost refusing to dissipate. He was a man who had spent thirty years in the city, a man whose name had been stripped of its vowels and reduced to a sharp, consonant syllable in the mouths of the local clerks. He was...

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