The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The pen in my hand felt heavier than it had the previous day, a thick black stick that refused to glide across the lined paper of the retraction form, and I could feel the low frequency of the hum vibrating in my molars, a dull, persistent thrum that had lived in my jaw for ten years but today sounded like a drill bit against bone. Chief Miller sat behind the desk, his tie loosened, watching me...

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