The Pale Tower
You are standing in the center of the atrium, where the light falls in slanted, dusty shafts from the clerestory windows above, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the stale air like suspended memories. The air conditioning hums a low, electric drone that vibrates in your teeth, a sound that has become the background noise of your existence, the heartbeat of the institution that has...
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