The Pale Tower

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2026-08-18 17:16:47 -

The Pale Tower

The ink on the parchment did not dry so much as it sank, bleeding into the fibers of the paper like a bruise expanding beneath the skin of the world. I sat at the desk in the High Chamber, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old dust, listening to the rain hammer against the leaded windows that looked out over the sleeping city. My hand trembled, not from cold, but from the sheer weight...

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