The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The steam hissed through the pipes of the Northgate Penitentiary, a constant, rattling breath that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I stood at the top of the observation tower, my breath fogging in the thin, industrial air, watching the courtyard below where the men moved in their slow, grey procession. For three years, I had been the eyes of the institution, a silent sentinel whose...

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