The Pale Tower
Chapter One Did I ever truly love her, or did I merely love the weight of her absence? I woke to the sound of the loom in the next room, the rhythmic clacking of the shuttle that had kept time for us through three winters of debt, and I reached for Elena, expecting the familiar warmth of her skin against my chest, but my fingers passed through the linen as if it were made of smoke, finding only...
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