The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The mist clung to the valley like a damp shroud, softening the hard edges of the limestone cliffs and blurring the horizon into a uniform, pale gray that seemed to swallow the light before it could reach the earth. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his breath forming small, fleeting ghosts in the cold air, watching the figure of his younger brother, Julian, descend the narrow,...

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