The Pale Tower
The rain in the valley did not wash the world clean; it merely pressed the dust deeper into the pores of the earth, turning the soil into a heavy, sucking clay that held every secret the hikers left behind. Elias Thorne moved through this grey sludge with the steady, deliberate gait of a man who had long since stopped running from his own shadow. He was a cartographer of the mind’s geography, a...
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