The Pale Tower
The breach in the perimeter did not announce itself with a scream, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, a vacuum that sucked the air from the lungs and left behind only the cold, metallic taste of ozone and impending dissolution. Silas Vane stood at the threshold of the observation deck, his hand resting on the cold, vibrating rail,...
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