The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The chainmail was heavy, a second skin of interlocking silver rings that clinked softly with every breath, a sound like rain falling on a tin roof, a rhythmic, metallic whisper that had become the only music I knew in this place. I stood at the edge of the precipice, where the stone gave way to a void so deep that the bottom was not merely unseen but conceptually absent, a hole in the world...

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