The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream did not begin with a door, but with the weight of the key. Elias Thorne stood in the center of a room that had no walls, only a vast, suspended darkness. The air tasted of iron and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of his tongue. In his right hand, he held a key. It was not brass or iron, but a sliver of pale, bone-white material, etched with script so fine it seemed to...

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