The Golden Master
The tower fell on a Tuesday, which is a detail you will remember long after the dust settles. It was not a dramatic collapse, not a thunderous implosion of stone and timber, but a slow, groaning surrender, as if the structure had simply exhausted its will to stand against the wind. You were standing in the courtyard, your boots caked in the red clay of the lower city, watching the apex of the...
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