The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The great hall of the Holloway estate did not smell of decay, but of stale wine and the heavy, cloying sweetness of lilies that had been dead for three days. It was a smell that sat in the throat, a physical weight that pressed against the ribs of those who lingered too long in the shadows. Caelen sat at the far end of the long oak table, his small hands folded neatly before him, the pale light...

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