The Pale Tower

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2026-08-20 12:57:11 -

The Pale Tower

The rain was not falling so much as it was being thrown against the glass, a relentless, gray hail that smeared the view of the parking lot into a blur of mud and broken light. I sat in my cubicle, the fluorescent tube above me buzzing with a low, electric hatred that seemed to vibrate in my molars. It was 4:15 PM on a Tuesday in November, the kind of hour that usually smells of stale coffee...

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