The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The champagne flutes clinked, a sound like tiny, sharp teeth biting into the air. You stood in the center of the ballroom, the crystal chandelier above you a galaxy of cold, indifferent stars. Around you, the elite of the city swirled in a dance of silk and perfume, their laughter bright and brittle as the ice in their drinks. You were twelve years old, dressed in a suit that fit you too well,...

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