The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

Elias, you dog, why are you bleeding on my floor? The voice is not loud, but it cuts through the mud and the rain with the sharpness of a blade that has been kept in a drawer for twenty years, and you recognize it instantly, the way you recognize the smell of your own blood before you see the cut. You are on your knees in the hallway of the house where you were born, your uniform soaked...

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