The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The seed is not in your hand. It is in your marrow. You are Elias, and you have been holding it for three centuries. The air in the cell is thick with the smell of wet stone and old iron, a sensory weight that presses against your eardrums like the deep ocean. You sit on the straw, your knees drawn up, the pale green object resting in your palm. It is a seed, but not of this world. It pulses...

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