The Pale Tale
The ash had not yet settled when the first of the great spires began to crumble, a slow, agonizing exhalation of grey dust that swallowed the morning light and turned the sky into a bruised and silent ceiling. It was not an explosion, for explosions are violent and sudden, but rather a structural failure, a surrender of the architecture to the weight of its own impossible ambition, and the...
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