The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The coat hung on the back of the chair, a heavy thing of charcoal wool that had absorbed the dampness of forty years of London winters. It was not merely clothing; it was a vessel, a second skin that had grown to the contours of my shoulders and the specific, aching geometry of my spine. When I moved, it moved with me, a silent partner in the labor of my days. I had worn it so long that the...

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