The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The fog did not merely obscure the village of Oakhaven; it swallowed it, a slow, grey tide that rose from the riverbank to strangle the foundations of the houses until the world above the knee-height of the mist was reduced to a spectral suggestion, a memory of geometry rather than solid matter. I was eleven years old when the fever took my voice, and in the silence that followed, I learned to...

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