The Pale Tower

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2026-08-19 09:02:34 -

The Pale Tower

The first punch connected with the sound of wet leather tearing, a sharp, percussive crack that echoed off the cinder blocks of the community center basement. Elias Vance did not flinch. He stood with his shoulders square, his jaw set, absorbing the impact as if it were a sudden gust of wind rather than a fist aimed at his orbital bone. Blood, hot and metallic, trickled into his eye, blurring...

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