The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream arrived not as a whisper but as a hammer blow, a rhythmic, metallic thrumming that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Vane’s bones, waking him in the cold, blue-grey light of a dawn that felt less like a beginning and more like a slow, inevitable erosion. He lay in the narrow bed of the mill’s foreman’s quarters, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and the lingering, acrid ghost of...

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