The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

You are holding the iron compass in your left hand, the brass casing cold against your palm, while your right hand grips the strap of your leather bag so tightly your knuckles have gone white. The train is already moving, the wheels clicking a dull, rhythmic percussion against the iron rails, and the grey morning light of the industrial north is filtering through the dirty windowpane, staining...

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