The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The fever broke not with a shudder, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against Elias Thorne’s eardrums. He lay on the damp straw of his cell in the Pale Tower, the stone walls weeping condensation that smelled of rot and old iron, his eyes fixed on the blackened mirror hanging opposite his cot. For three days, the delirium had painted his vision in shades of...

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