The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The foxgloves in the garden were dying, their purple bells shriveling into black, brittle husks that rattled against the stems when the wind shifted. I stood at the kitchen window, holding a single dried flower between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the papery fragility of it give way under the slightest pressure. It was a habit I had picked up during the long, silent months of my...

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