The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The crack in the porcelain bowl was not a flaw, it was a seam where the world had split open and failed to close. I held it in my palms, the ceramic warm against my skin, humming with a low, domestic vibration that felt less like sound and more like a pulse, a steady, insistent throb that matched the erratic rhythm of my own heart. It was three in the afternoon, the hour when the light in my...

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