The Pale Tower
The tower stands in the center of the quadrangle, its pale stone face turned toward a sky that has forgotten how to be blue. You are here, in the basement archives, where the air smells of damp wool and the slow decay of paper. You have been here for three days. You do not eat. You do not sleep. You are only the eyes, the hands, the mind that refuses to look away. The object of your study is...
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