The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream began, as it always did, with the taste of copper and crushed violets, a metallic tang that coated the tongue of Elias Thorne, who woke not in his own bed but in the obsidian study of the Ministry of Nourishment, where the air was thick with the scent of rendered fat and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the industrial chutes that fed the city below. He stood before a window that looked...

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