The Pale Tower
The siege of Ashworth did not begin with a horn or a shout, but with the precise, mechanical clicking of a lever inside the bone-white tower. It was a sound like a knuckle cracking in a silent room. Master Aldric, the Chief Architect of the Spire, stood before the central dial. His hands, mapped with the blue veins of age and stained with the soot of a thousand years of maintenance, trembled...
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