The Pale Tower

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2026-08-17 11:53:34 -

The Pale Tower

The dream was not a dream but a memory of a sound that had not yet happened. It was the sound of wool tearing, a long, slow rip that sounded like a bone snapping under the weight of a boot. Warden Elara stood in the center of the Great Hall, her hands buried deep in the hem of her tunic, the fabric fraying into gray threads that fell like snow. The air was thick with the scent of wet stone and...

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