The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The woolen shawl you wear is not merely a garment; it is a boundary, a woven horizon that separates the flesh of your suffering from the cold, indifferent air of the refectory. It is spun from the fleece of sheep that died in the snow, and the fiber is thick, heavy, and white as the bone of a saint, yet it carries the faint, metallic scent of the iron hooks used to shear them. You have worn it...

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