The Pale Tower
The sky did not fall; it peeled. It came away from the firmament in long, shivering strips of iridescent membrane, revealing not the void of space but a vast, humming interior of white bone, and you, standing on the cracked tarmac of the old airfield in the highlands of Wyoming, watched it happen with the detached clarity of a man who has already died once and is merely witnessing the second...
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