The Pale Tower
The iron seal shattered not with a thunderous boom, but with a dry, brittle crack, like the sound of a knuckle popping in a silent room, and in that instant, the world I had known for sixty years ceased to exist, replaced by the raw, bleeding truth of the abyss that lay beneath my feet. I stood there, a warrior without a cause, my hands still raised in the rigid posture of the final strike, my...
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