The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown, a grey, sputtering mist that blurred the line between the stone and the sky. Inside the watchtower, the air tasted of wet wool and old gunpowder. Elias stood by the narrow window, his hand resting on the cold iron of the railing, watching the fog swallow the valley below. He was a man carved from the same hard material as the tower’s walls, his...

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