The Pale Path
The tower did not stand. It floated. It hung in the gray sky like a tooth pulled from the jaw of the world. Elias looked up. His neck ached. "Stop staring," said Julian. "It will fall." "It is already fallen," Elias replied. "We are just waiting for the dust to settle." Julian laughed. A sharp, brittle sound. It cut the air. They stood on the precipice. The grass was black. Not dead. Black....
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