The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The phone rang at four in the morning, shattering the grey silence of the kitchen. It was a standard landline, a beige relic that had survived three mortgages and two divorces, and its shrill, mechanical scream felt like an accusation. You did not move. You were standing in front of the open refrigerator, holding a jar of pickles that you did not need, the cold light spilling over your hands,...

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