The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The feast was a cacophony of clinking silver and hushed, conspiratorial laughter, a sea of silk and starched linen that rolled against the high walls of the Great Hall, a hall that smelled of roasted pheasant, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of fear that never truly left the air in these upper echelons. I stood at the periphery, my hand resting on the hilt of my ceremonial sword, a weapon...

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