The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The feast was a thing of such grotesque abundance that it seemed less a meal and more a siege, a sprawling, gilded barricade of roasted swan, spiced wines that ran dark as old blood in the clay cups, and towers of honeyed figs that glistened under the smoke-dimmed lanterns of the Hall, where the air was thick with the sweat of the nobles and the heavy, cloying scent of rosemary and fear that...

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