The Pale Tower

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2026-08-18 15:33:08 -

The Pale Tower

The morning light entered the keep not as a blessing, but as an intruder, pale and thin, slicing through the heavy oak shutters to illuminate the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Elara stood by the window, her hands resting on the cold stone sill, watching the courtyard below where the guards shifted their weight in the early chill. She was forty years old, though the lines around her...

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