The Pale Tower
The hall was a cavern of gold and shadow, where the air itself seemed to vibrate with the low, humming frequency of a thousand whispered secrets and the sharp, metallic scent of old blood, and we stood there, my brother Julian and I, like two statues carved from the same block of cold marble, watching the High Chancellor move through the crowd with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator who...
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