The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The departure from the Hall of Echoes was not a flight, but a shedding, a slow and agonizing exhalation of the self into the thinning air of a world that had forgotten how to dream. Elara stood at the threshold, her fingers brushing the cold stone lintel that had once hummed with the low frequency of ancestral protection, a vibration she could no longer feel in her bones, only in the phantom...

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