The Pale Tower

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2026-08-18 13:42:49 -

The Pale Tower

The banquet hall smelled of roasting goose, stale beer, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to cling to the stone walls no matter how much the scrubbers tried to scour it away. It was the feast of the retired, a grim celebration for the men and women who had spent decades in the service of the state, now cast aside into the grey twilight of their own lives. At the head of the long...

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