The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You count the stitches, one by one, until the numbers blur into a single, aching smear. Four thousand and twelve. That is where you are, and the frost is three days away, and the debt is still a weight in your chest that no amount of wool can lift. Your eyes burn with a dry, gritty heat, a sensation like rubbing sand between your eyelids, and you blink hard, trying to clear the vision so you...

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