The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

Vael was a place where the air tasted of copper and the walls wept a pale, viscous sap that healed wounds but rotted the soul. I stood in the inspection queue, my badge heavy against my chest, waiting for the Board of Elders to decide if I was a worker or a threat. The sap had dried in the creases of my hands, a second, translucent skin that itched with a low, persistent hum. I wanted my...

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