The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The chisel in my hand trembled, not from the cold that was seeping through my wool gloves, but from the vibration of the stone itself, which hummed with a low, arrhythmic pulse that I could feel in my teeth. I was forty-two years old, a master mason in the border town of Oakhaven, and I had spent the last three years restoring the Pale Tower, a medieval relic of limestone that stood on the edge...

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