The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Aethelgard with a rhythmic, hollow persistence, a sound that had worn into the marrow of the city’s bones. It was not merely weather; it was the exhalation of a sky that had forgotten how to be clear. In the shadow of the Weaver’s Spire, a structure that pierced the low clouds like a needle through grey wool, Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold...

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