The Pale Tower
The lens was cracked, and the director had already left the room, which meant Yan Wu would have to explain the fracture to the board before the next shift, a prospect that made his stomach turn over in a cold, oily knot. He stood before the instrument, the great glass eye of the Pale Tower observatory, its surface a map of hairline fractures that seemed to move when he blinked. The air in the...
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