The Pale Tower

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2026-08-17 15:08:38 -

The Pale Tower

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the moor into a soup of peat and silence. I stood at the edge of the treeline, my hands wrapped around the cold iron of my rifle, feeling the dampness seep through the wool of my tunic until it clung to my skin like a second, heavier body. This was the third week of my posting at the border, a lonely stretch of...

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