The Pale Tower

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2026-08-20 19:57:53 -

The Pale Tower

The rain had not ceased for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower ward into a slick, reflective mirror of the grey sky above. I sat in the corner of my cell, my back against the cold, damp stone, and watched the water drip from a fractured beam overhead. Each drop fell with a rhythmic precision that felt like a heartbeat, or perhaps a countdown. I was not afraid of the dark, nor of...

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