The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream was always of the same geometry. A corridor of white stone, endless and sterile, leading to a door that did not open. Thomas stood in the middle of it, his boots heavy on the marble, holding a loaf of bread that had turned to ash in his hands. The ash fell like snow, silent and gray, coating his tunic, settling into the creases of his armor. He woke with the taste of dust on his...

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