The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream is not of a place, but of a texture. It is the rough, cold grain of ancient stone, pressed against the back of your neck, humming with a frequency that vibrates in the teeth. You are standing in a corridor that stretches endlessly in both directions, the walls lined with portraits whose eyes have been scratched out. The air tastes of copper and old dust. You are looking for a door....

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