The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream was always of the wall. It rose from a floor of polished obsidian, stretching into a darkness that had no ceiling, only the heavy, suffocating weight of stone. Elias stood before it, his hands pressed flat against the cold surface, feeling the vibration of something alive behind the masonry. In the dream, the wall breathed. It expanded and contracted, a rhythmic pulse that matched the...

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