The Golden Quest
The tower is not a building. It is a lung. You know this. You have known it since you were seven years old, since the first time you pressed your ear against the cold brick and heard the wet, rattling inhale of the structure. Now you are thirty-two. You are an exile. You are inside the walls of the Ashworth Estate, a place that should have been demolished decades ago but refuses to die. It...
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