The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You dream of the orchard, though you have been in the city for forty years. The trees are pale, their bark white as bone, stripped of leaf and color by a wind that smells of iron and old blood. In the dream, the fruit hangs heavy and black, bruised at the stem, and when you reach for it, your hand passes through the skin as if it were smoke. You wake with the taste of rot in your mouth, that...

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