The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain does not fall so much as it is pressed against the glass, a cold, persistent hand trying to remember your face. You sit in the command chair of the armored vehicle, the leather cracked and worn by decades of hands that are not yours, or perhaps they are yours, just from a time before the forgetting set in. The dashboard is a graveyard of analog needles, frozen at angles that suggest a...

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