The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The banquet hall of the Blackwood Sanatorium smelled of damp wool, stale brandy, and the metallic tang of ozone that always preceded a storm in the valley. It was a long, low table draped in cloth the color of dried blood, where the senior orderlies and the few remaining patients who had not yet succumbed to the winter damp sat in a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing...

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