The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey gauze that filtered the neon bleed of the city into a bruised twilight, and I stood in the center of the kitchen, holding a bowl of soup that had long since lost its heat, feeling the cold seep through the thin ceramic into my palms, a physical manifestation of the hollowness that had begun to eat at my core. The soup was a...

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