The Pale Tower
"The seal is compromised, Master Vane. You cannot certify the acoustic dampening until the hum ceases." Arthur Vane did not look up from the chisel in his hand, the steel bit embedded in the limestone block, the handle slick with the cold sweat that had begun to gather on his palms an hour ago. The Pale Tower rose behind him, a spire of white stone that seemed to vibrate in the still air of the...
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