The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The whistle of the locomotive at the Andalusian junction cut through the smog, a shrill, metallic shriek that announced the arrival of the morning shift long before the locomotive’s black silhouette emerged from the gray haze. Manuel Robles stood on the platform, his uniform pressed and stiff, the collar biting into the back of his neck, watching the workers file out with the weary, rhythmic...

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