I used to dream of the world outside this Tower. I dreamed of seeing it all for myself, of frolicking under the open sky and chasing the sun beyond the horizon. Can you blame me? I would while away my days reading old books my family had safeguarded through the Great Calamity and imagine walking in the hoofsteps left across the pages. Modern literature was quite rare, after all, so why not experience what our archives offered? Why not fantasize? Why not dream?
But no matter how vivid the words, those days would blend together, the monotony that was my life broken only by the occasional exceptional tale.

Then, someone new came to The Tower...

Due to the nature of the AU, the story deserves a [Dark] tag, but it's not a good fit for the story's genre. I also strongly hesitated between Mystery and Adventure.
Mild [Profanity] included (but not enough to warrant the tag).

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Huge thanks go out to: Everfree Pony, for saving this fic in at least a dozen different ways, Sir Mediocre, for holding my writing to a certain standard and correcting my broken English, and Aisteru Fìre, for giving me detailed opinions on each chapter.