The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The wool was wet, heavy with the rain that had been falling since dawn, and the cold had seeped through the layers of cotton and linen until it sat in Elias Thorne’s bones like a foreign stone. He stood in the center of the cobblestone square, his hands trembling not from the chill but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of the gaze that had pinned him there. The townspeople of Oakhaven did not...

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