The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The storm did not break the windows of the Hall; it merely peeled the skin off the world outside, leaving the interior a suspended, breathless bubble of cold stone and silent dust where the air tasted of wet iron and old, forgotten fears. I sat in the high gallery, my fingers curled around the cold stone balustrade, watching the rain lash against the leaded panes in sheets that looked less like...

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