The Pale Banner
The train did not make a sound as it departed, which was the first thing that felt wrong. It simply ceased to be there, and then the platform was empty, and then the world was a different color. You are standing on the edge of a void that looks like polished obsidian, stretching out toward a horizon that hums with a low, electric frequency. In your hand, you hold a leather-bound journal, its...
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