This is a gift for those who always dig deeper.
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Zoe's world had never stretched beyond the walls of his cell. The only colour in his life stemmed from the screams of the other test subjects born beside him. Day after day, after day.
This monotonously torturous cycle, however, was torn apart when the world beyond his prison began to end. The cramped, white confines burned to the ground.
And from its ashes, Zoe would grow to seek the distant horizons…
However, a soul would be damned each time.
Still, he would come to find out that there was more to the world than his cell. More to the world than the horizon beyond. Worlds that were stacked vertically upon each other, climbing into the heavens like a tower.
The Tower of Thorns.
Where gods were shackled as immortal slaves, monsters grew from fatal whims, and everything burned in a perpetual purgatory of unlife and profane death.
Unfortunately, he would also learn that this tower, in this world, nothing was allowed to die… yet no one was allowed to live either.
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