The Pale Tower
The mortar crumbled under the weight of my own doubt, and the silence that followed was not the quiet of peace but the vacuum of a world holding its breath before the final shattering. I stood in the center of the village square, the rain slicking the cobblestones into a mirror that reflected only the gray, bruised sky and the towering, pale spire of the old observatory that dominated our...
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