The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You are standing in the garden of the High Palace, where the air tastes of iron and old dust, and you are dreaming that you are a bird made of glass, fragile and trembling against the weight of your own wings. The dream is not one of flight but of shattering, a slow, agonizing crack that begins at the heart and spreads outward through the feathers, a silent explosion that turns the sky into a...

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