The Pale Tower
The fire did not begin with a spark, nor did it announce itself with the polite, rustling warning of dry leaves turning in the wind, but rather it erupted from the very marrow of the ancestral home, a sudden, violent hemorrhage of light that swallowed the night whole, leaving only the smell of ancient timber and the distant, hollow ring of the church bell to mark the precise moment our world...
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