The Golden Master
The tower did not stand in the city, but the city stood within the tower. That was the first thing I understood when the static cleared. It was a monolith of black basalt, rising from a void that hummed with a frequency I felt in my molars. There was no sky, only a ceiling of swirling, pearlescent mist that acted as both dome and floor, a closed system of light and gravity that defied the...
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