The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain against the glass is the only sound in the holding room, a rhythmic, gray drumming that matches the beating of your heart. You sit on the cold metal bench, your hands folded in your lap, the knuckles white from the tension you refuse to show. You are not a prisoner. You are a witness. You are a mirror. And the man standing before you, the one who has held you there for three hours, is...

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