The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The wind did not howl so much as it scraped, a dry, endless sound like a fingernail dragging across the grain of old wood, and Elias stood in the center of the courtyard, his hands trembling not from the cold that bit into his marrow but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the misunderstanding that had driven him across the border, through the mud of the war, and into this place where the sky...

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