The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream was not of sleep, but of a specific, heavy silence, the kind that settles in a room after a door has been shut too quickly. I stood in the grey expanse of the textile mill, where the looms clicked like the teeth of iron giants chewing on time, and I held a single garment in my hands. It was a dress, cut from a fabric so pale it seemed to drain the color from the air around it, a...

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