The Pale Verdict
You dream of the tower, but it is not made of stone; it is made of light, a singular, piercing beam that cuts through the gray fog of the valley where the Hall of Whispers stands, and in this dream you are not the one who builds, but the one who is built, your bones becoming the mortar, your breath the wind that chimes through the empty arches, and you feel a terrible, sweet fullness, as if you...
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