The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The spatula scrapes the bottom of the clay pot, a dull, rhythmic scraping that sounds like a knife against bone, and you are watching the pale liquid thicken, turning from a watery slurry into a viscous, pearlescent gel that catches the low light of the cellar. The heat is oppressive, a damp, fungal warmth that clings to your skin and makes your shirt stick to your back, a sensation that has...

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