The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You are standing on the edge of the reservation, where the gravel road dissolves into the black, wet earth of the forest, and the air is so thick with the scent of pine and decay that it feels less like breathing and more like swallowing the whole of the world in a single, heavy gulp. Your fingers are digging into the fabric of your coat, that heavy, woolen thing that your mother made you wear,...

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