The Pale Tower
Act I Why does the ink bleed upward when the power fails? Hiroshi Nakamura stood before the glass case in the archive, his breath fogging the cold surface, and watched the letters of a 1994 municipal ledger lift off the page like dead moths. The drone of the power station, usually a constant hum beneath the floorboards, had cut out three minutes ago, leaving the room in a silence so heavy it...
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