The Pale Verdict
The train slows as it approaches the station, the rhythmic clatter of wheels on iron tracks slowing to a hesitant shudder that vibrates through your bones, a mechanical heartbeat that you have learned to recognize as the sound of your own confinement. You step down onto the platform, the air thick with the scent of coal smoke and damp wool, the industrial fog of the city settling around your...
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