The Pale Tower
The road to the valley was not a road at all, but a scar of white gravel that cut through the dark, weeping moss of the ancient forest, leading toward a structure that defied the geometry of the known world. Elias walked with the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots against stone, the air around him thick with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against his eardrums. He had...
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