The Faded Frontier
The tower stands. It has always stood. You know this. You have checked the structural integrity for three hundred years. The mortar is cold. The stone is gray. You are the keeper. You are the lock. The wind hits the walls. It does not break them. It tests them. You feel the vibration in your teeth. You feel it in the bone of your wrist. You check the seals. They hold. You remember the first...
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