The Pale Tower
Chapter One "You are late, Mr. Menon. The siren has sounded twice."‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌​⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‍​​​‍‍‌​‌​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌‍‍‍‌​‌‍‌‌‌‍‍‍‍​⁠​​‍⁠‍‍​​⁠‌‍​⁠‍⁠​​ Amit Menon stood in the signal box, the smell of wet diesel and thawing earth thick in his nose, a scent that clung to the wool of his coat and the skin of his wrists. The view through the narrow window was a blur of grey scree slope and the unreliable...
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