The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink on the parchment was not black, but the color of dried blood, and it smelled of copper and old rain. Thomas held the scroll with hands that trembled not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had followed his father’s last breath. He stood in the center of the tower room, a space that defied the geometry of the world below. The walls were made of a pale,...

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