The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The banquet hall of the Obsidian Spire did not smell of roasting meat or fermented wine, but of ozone and heated copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and settled deep in the lungs like a fine, invisible dust. It was a celebration of the Third Cycle, a gathering of the Archivists and the Surveyors, who stood in their rigid, high-collared coats, the buttons of which were...

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