The Pale Tower
The sky did not fall, as one might expect in such a catastrophe, but it simply ceased to be a sky and became a wall of white, a solid, unyielding expanse that pressed against the earth with the weight of a held breath. I was standing in the meadow behind our house, holding a bucket of water that had turned to ice in my hands, when the horizon vanished. There was no sound, no wind, only the...
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