The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The banquet hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool, a thick, cloying sweetness that clung to the back of my throat like a secret too heavy to swallow. We were seated in a circle, the light from the torches dancing in the polished stone, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to writhe against the walls of the keep. I sat at the hand of Lord Alistair, my armor stripped down to the maille...

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