The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The banquet hall was not a room but a suspension, a vast, circular void where the air tasted of ozone and old copper. There were no tables, only floating platforms of obsidian that drifted in slow, silent orbits around a central pillar of light so intense it seemed to burn holes in the eye. I stood on one such platform, my hands gripping the edge until my knuckles turned white, watching the...

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