The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that soaked the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s coat and settled deep into the bones of his dead son, Arthur, who lay strapped to the mule’s back like a bundle of wet hay. They were moving through the Blackwood, a stretch of forest so ancient and dense that the sky above was merely a rumor, a pale smear of gray visible only...

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