The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

Three days later, when the fog lifted from the quarry lake and turned the water an unnatural, bruised blue, I was still tasting the bitter almond of the morphine, a taste that had settled into the marrow of my bones like the rust in the old tools of the workshop where I had spent my youth. I stood at the edge of the village, holding the empty crate, watching the first snow fall on the pale...

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