The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had been falling for three days, a soft, persistent gray veil that turned the world outside the window into a watercolor smear of slate and mud. I stood at the threshold of the kitchen, holding a ceramic bowl in my hands, feeling its weight settle into my palms with a familiarity that felt less like comfort and more like a sentence. The bowl was chipped, the glaze worn away in small,...

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