The Pale Tower
Chapter One The tram line cut through the Krakow suburb like a steel vein, pumping commuters into the industrial heart where the air tasted of coal dust and wet wool. The settlement houses crowded the banks of the Vistula, their windows dark against the gray morning, while the gas meter in the corner of the opium registry office ticked with the patience of a metronome counting out seconds that...
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