The Pale Tower
You wake with the taste of copper and chalk on your tongue, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat like a lie you have been trying to swallow for years, and you realize with a slow, creeping horror that you are standing in the center of your own kitchen, but the kitchen is not your kitchen, it is a vast, sterile white room where the walls are made of compressed data and the floor is...
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