The Pale Tower
The nutrient paste in the tray was grey and thick, a substance that tasted of chalk and cold ash, and you watched Julian push it against the edge of the steel plate with a fork, the metal scraping a long, thin shriek across the surface that made the other inmates in the recitation hall flinch. You wanted to tell him to eat, to swallow the sludge that kept their bodies alive and their minds...
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