The Pale Tower
The collapse was not sudden. It was a slow, grinding exhalation of stone and silence, a catastrophic settling of the earth beneath the foundations of the Gray Hall, that sprawling, labyrinthine institution of administration and memory where you had spent the better part of thirty years. You were in the archive on the fourth floor, the air thick with the scent of decaying paper and dust, when...
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