The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The old house sat on the ridge like a broken tooth, jutting out into the wind that never stopped howling through the valley below. I stood in the kitchen, my hands wrapped around a chipped ceramic mug, watching the steam rise and dissipate into the cold air. The silence in the house was not empty; it was heavy, pressing against my eardrums, thick with the weight of centuries and secrets that...

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