The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The cold in the basement did not bite; it sat. It was a heavy, wet weight that settled into the marrow of your bones, a physical presence that pressed against the back of your eyes and the center of your chest. You sat on a crate of stale rations, your back against the damp brick, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that pierced the ventilation grate above. You were a man...

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