The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream began not with light, but with a sound like tearing silk, a high, thin shriek that vibrated in the marrow of my bones before it even registered in my ears. I was standing in the center of a vast, circular room, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old, dry paper. The floor beneath my feet was not stone or wood, but a surface that felt uncomfortably like skin, cold and taut,...

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