The Pale Tower
Sakura Saito remembered the weight of the silence before the collapse, a heavy, humid thing that pressed against the eardrums like deep water, and she knew now that the damp in the floorboards had not been rotting her father’s lungs, but rather the air in the building itself had been slowly turning to ash. It had started in the stairwell, that cold, grey shadow that moved against the light, a...
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