The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The bread in your hands is stale, but you do not care. It is the only thing that remains solid in a world that has begun to dissolve into mist. You sit at the heavy oak table in the center of the estate, the wood worn smooth by generations of hands that were as guilty as yours, if not more so. The air is thick, stagnant, carrying the scent of lavender and decay, a perfume that has hung over the...

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