The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The mist came off the drywall in thin, cold tendrils as I zipped the final suitcase, a pale vapor that smelled of wet limestone and old paper. I did not look at it; I had learned years ago that looking at the house’s exhalations only made them thicken, clinging to my shoulders like a damp shroud. I was forty-two, a structural engineer with a degree from MIT and a reputation for finding flaws in...

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