The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The brass compass lay in your palm, its needle trembling against the glass, a cold weight that felt less like an instrument and more like a bone you had not yet broken. You stood in the doorway of the hospital room, the air thick with the antiseptic sting of iodine and the low, rhythmic hum of the ventilator, while Clara’s breathing was a shallow, wet rattle that seemed to synchronize with the...

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