The Pale Tower
The tower collapsed not with a roar but with a long, shuddering groan that seemed to tear the very throat of the sky, sending a plume of white dust rising like a ghostly geyser into the grey afternoon light of the small, unremarkable town of Oakhaven. It was a sound that stopped the heart, a deep structural failure that resonated in the bones of everyone who stood on the cracked pavement of the...
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