The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The wind did not howl so much as it sighed, a long, ragged exhalation that moved through the skeletal remains of the cliffside dwellings with the patience of a predator that knew its prey was already dead, carrying with it the scent of brine, rot, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to have soaked into the very stone. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my boots sinking into the...

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