The Pale Shadows
The tower stood in the center of the mist, a spine of grey stone rising into a sky that had forgotten how to be blue. Elias Vane stood at the base, his boots sinking into the wet earth. He was a man who had spent his life looking for cracks in the world, small fissures where the light of truth might leak through. But here, in this forgotten corner of the valley, the world was seamless. It was a...
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