The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that clung to your eyelashes and stung the raw skin of your knuckles. You stood before the Pale Tower, the resignation letter crumpled into a tight ball in your pocket, the paper damp and soft against your thigh. The building loomed above you, a jagged silhouette against the bruised purple sky, its windows dark and...

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