The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink had not yet dried on the confession when the glass shattered, a sound so sharp and absolute it seemed to cleave the silence of the high chamber in two, leaving me suspended in the air, my lungs burning with the effort of a breath I had forgotten I was holding, and there, in the jagged reflection of the broken pane, I saw not my own face but the face of the man who had signed my death, a...

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