The Pale Tower
The collapse of the eastern wing of the Sterling Institute was not a sudden rupture but a slow, grinding exhalation of stone and iron, a structural surrender that had been brewing in the damp foundations for decades before the morning it finally yielded to the weight of its own ambition. Elias Thorne stood in the central atrium, his fingers stained with the fine, chalky dust of pulverized...
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