The Pale Tower
The collapse of the Great Hall was not a sound but a sensation, a sudden, violent unmooring of the world from its axis. Sir Elias Thorne did not hear the timbers scream; he felt the vibration travel up through the soles of his boots, a low-frequency thrum that resonated in the marrow of his bones before the dust even began to settle. He stood in the center of the ruin, his armor dented and...
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