The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream began not with a sound but with a texture, a cold, damp velvet pressing against the back of Elias Thorne’s skull, a sensation so intimate and suffocating that he woke with the taste of copper and old rain on his tongue, his body rigid in the narrow confines of the military barracks bed, the air thick with the scent of mildew and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the city’s industry...

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