The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The banquet hall of the Holloway Institute for Cognitive Anomalies did not smell of food, but of ozone and stale lavender, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a secret kept too long. Margaret Holloway sat at the far end of the long, mahogany table, her fingers laced tightly around a glass of water that trembled slightly in her hand, not from fear, but from the sheer, vibrating...

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