The Pale Tower
You are standing on the precipice of the world, where the air is so thin and cold that it feels less like atmosphere and more like a solid, invisible wall pressing against your lungs, and the silence that has accompanied you for the last three days has finally begun to crack, not with sound, but with a vibration that travels up through the soles of your boots and settles deep in the marrow of...
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