The Pale Path
Krakow’s eastern suburbs lay flat and grey under the weight of the industrial transition, where the canals mirrored the rusted hulls of ships that no longer sailed and the planned housing blocks stood like teeth in a jaw that had forgotten how to chew. The shipyard’s last whistle had blown three months ago, a sound that still seemed to hang in the damp air, marking the end of an era that no one...
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