The Pale Tower

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2026-08-19 06:03:23 -

The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the horizon and erased the distinction between the sky and the earth. I stood at the edge of the moor, the mud sucking at my boots with a viscous, hungry sound, watching the water bead on the leaves of the heather. It was a stillness that felt heavy, pressurized, as if the air itself was holding its breath in...

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