Apostasy
Lawrance, I C Felix and Silas knew the Tower. It was evil.
For as many years as they remembered, the constant hum had been the background of their every waking moment. They felt the muffled cries of misery that emanated from the structure. Cries of loss and longing, indistinct and ethereal yet still poignant and terrifyingly real.
It held the inhabitants of the Bowl in servitude. Taking what it wanted ... taking what it needed. The best anyone they could ...