The Pale Tower
The stone of Blackwood Penitentiary did not merely stand; it held its breath, a vast, gray lung of limestone that had swallowed the sound of the world outside since the industrial age began to choke the valleys below. Sergeant Elias Thorne knew this silence better than he knew the face of his own daughter, for he had spent fifteen years within these walls, his soul calcifying in direct...
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