The Pale Tower
The stone did not fall all at once, nor did it shatter in a single, deafening crash that might have allowed for a clean break between what was and what would be, but rather it surrendered to gravity in a slow, agonizing grind, a kind of geological sigh that echoed up the throat of the tower and settled into the marrow of every bone in the structure, turning the air thick with the taste of...
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