The Pale Tower

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2026-08-23 01:54:31 -

The Pale Tower

The parchment is brittle, the ink faded to the color of dried blood, and the seal is broken, a jagged tear in the red wax that smells of old iron and decay. I hold it to the light of the tallow candle, my fingers trembling not from fear but from the sheer exhaustion of holding still, and I read the words again, the same words I have read a hundred times in the silence of this uppermost cell:...

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