The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world. You stood at the edge of the precipice, the wet mud sucking at your boots with a sound like a dying breath. Above you, the spire of the old signal tower pierced the low-hanging clouds, a jagged tooth of iron and rust against the bruised sky. It was not a tower of glass or light, as...

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