The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You are holding a watch that has already broken, its face cracked like a dry riverbed, the hands frozen at the precise second your father stopped breathing, and you are screaming into the wet, suffocating dark of a basement that smells of rot and copper and the heavy, stagnant air of a debt you can no longer pay. The watch is not merely an object in your hand; it is a talisman of your own...

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