The Pale Tower
The dream came to Sergeant Elias Thorne not as a vision of light or salvation, but as a sensation of weight, a crushing, viscous pressure that seemed to originate from the very bedrock of the earth and rise up through the soles of his boots, settling into the hollows of his spine like cold lead shot in a winter coat. In the dream, the Old Hall was not a building but a living, breathing organism...
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