The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The fever had been with me since I left the harbor, a dull, humming weight behind my eyes that turned the world into a smear of gray water and black rock. I was walking the high path, the one that clung to the cliff’s edge like a desperate vine, and my father was ahead of me, his back bent against the wind. We had not spoken in three days. The silence between us was not empty; it was thick, a...

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