The Pale Tower

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2026-08-18 17:55:37 -

The Pale Tower

You stand in the center of the hall, the silence of the house pressing against your eardrums like deep water. The air is still, thick with the scent of old wood and the faint, metallic tang of fear that you have carried for years. You are the architect of your own prison, a fact that tastes bitter on your tongue, sharper than the wine you drank earlier, the wine that tasted of ash and regret....

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