The Pale Tower
You stand at the center of the banquet hall, the air thick with the scent of roasted lamb and the sharp, metallic tang of anxiety that permeates the walls of the institution where you have spent the last decade of your life attempting to prove that the silence in the archives is not empty but pregnant with meaning. The chandeliers above cast a pale, indifferent light over the faces of your...
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