The Pale Path
The collapse of the eastern facade did not announce itself with a roar, but with a sigh, a long, tectonic exhalation of dust and shattered limestone that settled over the city like a shroud, silencing the traffic below and turning the morning light into a thick, particulate fog that coated the tongue with the taste of old history and fresh betrayal. You stood on the scaffolding, your hands...
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