The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream is always the same. You are standing in the white light of the archive, holding a quill, and then your left hand shatters. It does not break like bone; it breaks like a wine glass dropped on stone, the fingers scattering into a hundred sharp, glittering shards that dissolve before they hit the floor. You wake with the scent of iron and old paper in your throat, your left hand clenched...

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