The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The bread had gone stale before I even thought to break it. It sat on the rough-hewn table, a pale, dense brick of flour and water, untouched by my hungry fingers. I watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the high, narrow window, illuminating the particles like a microscopic storm. This was the third day of the silence. The third day since the Abbot had...

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