The Pale Door
The watch had been ticking for four days, three hours, and twelve minutes since the last time I checked the time. I counted the seconds in the dark, matching the rhythmic thud of the train wheels against the iron rails to the steady beat of my own pulse, a mechanical synchronization that had become as natural as breathing. It was a habit born of the service, a way to keep the mind from...
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