The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

I dreamt of the Spire not as it stood, a jagged tooth of steel and glass piercing the gray November sky above the capital, but as it was in my mind, a pale, breathing thing, a tower of bone and light that hummed with a frequency only I could hear, a sound like the low moan of a dying god, and in that dream I was not the junior analyst I had become, with my spectacles and my trembling hands and...

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