The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The champagne was warm, which was a sin in itself, but the noise was the real offense, a jagged thing that scraped against the inside of my skull as I watched my brother, Julian, raise his glass to the city from the forty-second floor of the Kessler Tower. We had rented this penthouse for the night, a temporary exile from the grim reality of our shared past, a place where the air was recycled...

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