The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

I woke up with the taste of copper in my mouth, the metallic tang of old blood mixed with the dry dust of the archive. It was a dream, or perhaps a memory so deep it had fossilized into something indistinguishable from sleep. I was standing in a room that did not exist, a vast, circular chamber where the walls were lined not with books, but with glass jars. Each jar contained a small, pale...

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