The Faded Chronicle

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The tower fell on a Tuesday. It was not a dramatic collapse. There was no great crash, no cloud of dust that swallowed the sun. It simply gave way. The western face, where the ivy grew thickest, slid downward like a curtain dropping. Then the rest followed. A long, slow groan of stone. The sound of a world exhaling. I stood on the fourth floor. I watched. My hands were steady. My heart was...

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