The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The jar of amber honey sits on the dashboard, vibrating with the idle hum of the engine, a small, golden prison for the bees that died to make it. You are driving north, the asphalt ribbon unspooling beneath the tires in a grey, monotonous rhythm, and the glass vessel is the only warm thing in the cold, steel interior of the sedan. The radio is off. You do not want noise. You do not want the...

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