The Pale Tower
The iron gate groaned under the weight of the battering ram, a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room, and Elara watched the dust settle on the cobblestones with a calm that surprised even her own hands. They were shaking, not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing relief of being seen. For three hundred years, the Keepers of the Pale Tower had stood in the shadow of the law, believing...
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