The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray weeping that turned the manicured lawns of our estate into a marsh of mud and sorrow, and as I stood at the threshold of the front door, watching the taillights of my brother’s car dissolve into the mist, I knew with a cold, absolute certainty that I was not merely leaving him, but leaving a version of myself that he could no longer...

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