The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the streets of the old capital into a slick, reflective mirror of the neon signs and the weary faces of the passersby. I walked with the heavy, rhythmic tread of a man who has forgotten how to move without purpose, my boots sucking slightly against the wet asphalt, the sound a dull thud that seemed to echo in the...

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