The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The stone at the base of the tower was cold, not with the damp chill of a cellar but with the profound, indifferent temperature of time itself, and I pressed my palm against it until the skin whitened and the pain bloomed into a numbness that felt strangely like peace. I had come here, to this forgotten spire on the edge of the moor, to keep the old promise, to hold the weight of the world’s...

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