The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You wake with the taste of iron and ash on your tongue, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to be swallowed. It is the taste of old blood, of rusted hinges, of the city’s hidden veins exposed to the cold air. You are in a room that feels less like a space and more like a hollowed-out organ, the walls sweating a damp, gray condensation that smells of damp wool and...

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