The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream was not of flight, but of weight. A dense, grey fog pressed against the window of a room that felt like a cellar. In the center of the floor lay a box of polished mahogany, its lid slightly ajar. Inside, something breathed. It was a slow, rhythmic heaving, like a sleeping animal, or perhaps a machine winding down. Elias Vane woke with the taste of copper in his mouth and the sensation...

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