The Pale Tower

added blog Literature

2026-08-23 22:48:26 -

The Pale Tower

The dream is always the same, a fracture in the white porcelain face that splits down the center, the left eye weeping a thin line of salt water while the right eye remains dry and accusatory, and when I wake in the blue hour of the morning, the first thing I feel is the weight of the gold on my left hand, a cold, dense anchor that has grown heavier with each passing night since Elise died. I...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews