The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool, a thick, suffocating mixture that clung to the skin like a second layer of armor. You sat at the high table, your plate untouched, the cold meat glistening under the guttering tallow candles. Around you, the lords of the Pale Court laughed, a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone. They raised their cups to you, to the Shield of the North, to...

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