The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You wake with the taste of copper and old dust in your mouth, the dream still clinging to the back of your throat like a wet wool scarf that will not dry, and the first thing you see is the mirror in the hallway of the house where you have lived for twenty years, the glass cracked not by a stone thrown in anger but by the sheer, unbearable weight of the silence that has accumulated in the walls...

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