The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream was of glass. Thin, cold panes stacked in a tower that reached into a sky made of grey wool. Marcus stood at the base. He felt light. Too light. Like a paper bag filled with air. He looked up. The tower hummed. A low, vibrating note in his teeth. He reached for the lowest pane. It was warm. It pulsed like a vein. He woke. The ceiling of the apartment was white. Stained. A water mark...

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