The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The house did not burn; it exhaled, a long, shuddering sigh of grey smoke that curled into the twilight like the last breath of a dying god, leaving the air thick with the scent of wet ash and the lingering, cloying sweetness of burnt honey. I stood in the yard, the mud sucking at my boots as if the earth itself were trying to pull me down into its dark, silent belly, and I watched the pale...

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