The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

I dreamt of the white stone first. It was not a tower, but a wall, endless and blinding, curving around the horizon like the inside of a shell. I stood before it, my hand pressed against the cold surface, feeling the vibration of a low, humming thrum that seemed to come from the earth itself. In the dream, I was not a man in armor, but a child, small and naked, and the hum was a lullaby. When I...

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