The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The iron bar across the window was cold against my knuckles, a rigid spine of rust and resentment that hummed with a vibration I had come to mistake for my own heartbeat, and I remember the way the morning light cut through the bars in sharp, parallel blades, slicing the dust motes into a thousand tiny, floating galaxies that danced in the stagnant air of the cell where I had been kept for what...

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