The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The silver cufflinks sat in your palm, heavy and cold, their surface etched with a pattern so fine it looked like frost trapped under glass. You turned them over, watching the light from the station lamp catch the edges, a pale, sterile glow that did nothing to warm the metal. Outside the window, the platform was empty save for a stray dog, thin and matted, picking at a discarded bone with the...

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