The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink was still wet on the page when the dream started, a thick, black smear that looked like a hole in the paper. I was twelve years old, and I was holding the deed, or what I thought was the deed, a piece of parchment so old it felt like dry skin in my hands. In the dream, the tower was not made of stone but of a pale, chalky substance, like bone left out in the sun, and it was shaking. The...

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