Damnation Tower

In the forgotten corners of the world, where the iron clouds never part and the wind carries whispers of things long dead, there lies a town—
I came to that town on the edge of the wastes, with its broken streets and crumbling houses, seeking a moment's rest. But as soon as I crossed its threshold, I could feel it—a subtle pull, a tug beneath the skin. The air was thick with something unseen, something wrong. And at its heart, towering over the ruins like a gravestone, was the Tower.