The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You wake with the taste of copper and old ash on your tongue, a flavor so distinct it feels less like a residue of sleep and more like a physical object lodged in the back of your throat. It is the taste of the pills. You remember taking them, the small white ovals you had counted out with trembling fingers, the ritualistic precision that bordered on madness, the way you had whispered to the...

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