The Pale Tower

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2026-08-17 18:54:31 -

The Pale Tower

The rain against the glass of the penthouse office did not sound like rain. It sounded like a million tiny, frantic fingers scratching at the surface, trying to get in, trying to escape, a relentless, static hiss that had become the background music of my life for the last three years. I sat in the leather chair, the one that cost more than my father’s first car, and I watched the city blur...

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