The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink was dry before the thought had fully coalesced in my mind, a fact that never ceased to astonish me. I sat in the cramped, windowless room that served as my office within the Bureau of Anomalous Linguistics, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old paper. Outside, the rain lashed against the single pane of glass, blurring the grey skyline of the city into a watercolor smear. My...

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