The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The hall smelled of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the heavy, cloying sweetness of the roast beef that sat untouched in the center of the long table. We were gathered in the parish hall of Oakhaven, a community that had forgotten the meaning of the word 'new' decades ago, and we were celebrating the retirement of Captain Silas Thorne. Or so the invitation had stated. In truth, we were witnessing...

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