The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You hold the chalice. It is not gold, nor silver, nor even the rough clay of a peasant’s well. It is bone. Pale, translucent, and worn smooth by centuries of thumbs that are no longer there. You have carried it for three days. Your knuckles are white against its rim, and the weight of it feels less like mass and more like a debt. The air in the chamber is thin, stale, tasting of damp stone and...

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