The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The silence in the Hall of Whispers was not an absence of sound but a presence, a thick, viscous thing that coated the throat and settled in the lungs like silt in a stagnant river, and I stood at the foot of the Great Staircase with my hands bound behind my back, the rough hemp biting into my wrists, while above me, the Chancellor’s shadow stretched long and distorted across the white marble,...

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