The Pale Tower

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 14:09:31 -

The Pale Tower

The ink is still wet when you hear the door handle turn. You do not look up. Your hand, stained with the black pigment of the chancery, continues its rhythmic scraping against the parchment. You are copying the statutes of the Guild. The letters are sharp, the margins exact. You are a creature of order in a city of rot. Outside, the rain hammers against the leaded glass of your study, a...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews