The Pale Tower
You are standing in the center of the marble hall, and the silence is so heavy it feels like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, a tangible thing that you can feel settling into the marrow of your bones. The chandeliers above are dimmed, casting long, trembling shadows that dance across the floor like the ghosts of arguments yet to be had, and you find yourself looking at your...
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