The Pale Tower
The ceremony was held in the Great Hall of the Institute for Cognitive Containment, a room so vast and silent that the sound of our own breathing seemed to ripple through the air like a stone dropped into still water, disturbing the surface of our shared reality. I stood at the center of the dais, my hands bound by the ceremonial silver cuffs, the metal cold against my wrists, a tactile...
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