The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The scent of burnt sugar is a lie you tell yourself to survive the cold. It is the memory of a kitchen that no longer exists, preserved in the amber fluid of your own nostalgia, sweet and acrid, hanging in the air like a ghost. You are standing in the antechamber of the Ministry, a room so vast and white that it feels less like a building and more like the interior of a lung, expanding and...

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