The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue, the metallic tang of old blood and new fear mixed together in the back of your throat, and the first thing you know is that the window is open, and the wind is howling in, carrying with it the scent of wet wool and the distinct, cloying perfume of the night-blooming cereus that grows wild along the riverbank, a plant that only opens its pale, waxy...

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