The Pale Tower
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that blurred the edges of the world into a watercolor smear of slate and ash. In the center of the void, where the ground should have been, there stood the Tower. It was not built of stone or steel, but of a pale, translucent substance that hummed with a low, subsonic vibration, a sound that Elias Thorne felt in the...
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