The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The air in the Great Hall of the Keep did not smell of incense, as the courtiers whispered it should, but of rotting apples and wet iron. It was a scent that clung to the stones, seeping up through the flagstones to stain the hems of velvet robes. Sir Alaric stood at the far end of the table, his hands folded in his lap, his posture so rigid it seemed he had been carved from the same pale oak...

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