The Pale Fracture
The morning began not with the sun, but with the hum, a low-frequency vibration that settled into the marrow of my bones and hummed in the hollows of my teeth, a sound so persistent and pervasive that it seemed less an auditory phenomenon and more a fundamental restructuring of the air itself, a physical weight that pressed against my eyelids and demanded I acknowledge the presence of the Tower...
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