The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The heavy wool of my mother’s coat, a garment of such profound and suffocating dignity that it had outlived three monarchs, sat upon my shoulders like a second, silent skin. It was not merely fabric; it was a history of silence, a textile archive of every unspoken apology and every swallowed scream that had ever passed through the corridors of the Whitmore estate. I had worn it for so many...

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