The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream came again, as it does every third night, stripping the color from the world until only the grey stone of the tower remained. I stood before it, my hands pressed against the cold masonry, and saw my own face carved into the facade, eyes wide and mouth silent, a monument to a thought I could not quite grasp. When I woke, the taste of chalk dust was in my mouth, and the memory of the...

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