The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You are sitting in the dark, listening to the rain tick against the single pane of glass. It is a sound like counting. One, two, three. You stop counting when you reach seven. You always stop at seven. It is a superstition you invented to keep the numbers from running away, or perhaps to keep yourself from running away from the numbers. The room is small, a study that was once a bedroom, now...

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