The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The water came up in the cellar of the old textile mill at dawn, not with a roar, but with a sickening, slow inhalation, as if the earth itself were gasping for breath after a long, suffocating sleep. Elias Vane stood in the muddy knee-deep dark, holding a lantern that flickered and wept oil, watching the waterline climb the soot-stained bricks with a patience that felt personal, almost...

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