The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The morning mist hung heavy over the valley, a wet, grey shroud that dampened the sound of my footsteps on the packed earth. I walked with the measured, heavy gait of a man who has carried his weight for too long, the leather of my gauntlets creaking in the cold air, a sound that felt louder than the wind. My left shoulder ached, a dull, persistent throb that had become the metronome of my...

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