The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The glass cracked before the sound arrived. It was a hairline fracture, a white vein of light that raced across the surface of the observation deck, splitting the view of the city into two distinct, distorted halves. I remember the silence that followed, a vacuum of air that sucked the breath out of my lungs. Margaret stood beside me, her hand resting on the cold railing, her fingers trembling...

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