The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The mud on your boots is the color of dried blood, a thick, cloying paste that smells of iron and rot, and you have walked for three days since the last time you saw a face that did not belong to the living. The village of Oakhaven sits in the valley like a bruise on the skin of the earth, half-hidden by mist that clings to the thatched roofs and the twisted branches of the ancient oaks. You...

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