The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain in the Hall of Whispers did not fall so much as it accumulated, a heavy, gray veil that pressed against the high arched windows, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and dying leaves. Aelric stood by the hearth, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, the joints of his fingers white with the strain of holding himself together. The fire crackled, a violent, snapping sound...

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