The Pale Tower
The air in the Spire did not smell of stone or dust, but of ozone and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had permeated the very mortar of the walls until it became the only truth Elias Vane could trust, and as he stood before the shattered remains of the Great Chalice, his hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of his own insignificance, he realized that the...
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