The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink on the parchment was not merely black; it was a suspended night, a depth from which no light had ever successfully returned, and I, Thomas, a scribe of the second rank, found that my hand trembled not from the cold of the scriptorium but from the weight of the silence that pressed against the stone walls of the university. We were in the year of the great frost, that long, biting winter...

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