The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The silence in the basement was not empty; it was a heavy, wet thing, pressing against my eardrums like deep water. I stood before the mirror, my breath hitching in a throat that felt lined with sandpaper. The glass was old, warped by the damp, and it did not show me. It showed a stranger. A boy with eyes that were too wide, too bright, and a mouth that trembled with a fury I did not...

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