The Pale Tower
You remember the day the lights went out as a moment of absolute, terrible silence, the kind that follows a scream but precedes the crying. It was not a power failure in the usual sense. The hum of the servers in the basement, the eternal white noise that you had mistaken for the heartbeat of the institution, simply stopped. The air in the atrium, usually thick with the scent of ozone and old...
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