The Pale Tower

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2026-08-21 17:57:53 -

The Pale Tower

The bell did not ring. It screamed. I was in the cellar, sorting the winter roots, when the sound tore through the stone floor and into my bones. It was not the deep, mournful toll of the Vespers bell, but a high, shrieking wail, as if the bronze throat had been slit. Above me, the cobblestones of Market Square shuddered. I dropped the turnip. It rolled into the dark, lost in the dirt. I did...

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