Tower

by Quick Zito

The wizard built his red tower atop the martyr’s hill so that its shadow would stain the town below. Each day, the townsfolk felt that shadow sweep across their homes, even after the wizard stopped prowling their streets and his agents ceased collecting tithes. There were murmurs that he had died up there, among his tomes and potions, but most believed he couldn’t die, not like them and not while the tower stood. No one dared walk the hill and approach the tower’s great brass doors, which were festooned with jewels and guarded by a lion’s head knocker whose eyes watched, and remembered, all who came. During the great storm a whip of lighting felled the tower, dashing its masonry across the valley. The townsfolk should have rejoiced, and shed their fears of the wizard, but they couldn’t; not with the lost tower’s shadow still sweeping over town.

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