The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rot and iron. He was a man who had spent his life building walls, both literal and metaphorical, yet here he was, standing on the precipice of an ending that felt less like a conclusion and more like a...

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