The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The mercury in the thermometer sat at fourteen degrees, a number I checked against the gauge on the boiler and then against the date in the margin of my notebook, establishing a triad of facts that felt safer than the cold itself. I sat at the steel desk in the center of the watchtower, a windowless box of concrete and rivets that smelled of damp wool, old grease, and the sharp, metallic tang...

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