The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that soaked into the wool of Sir Aldric’s doublet and settled in the hollows of his cheekbones. He stood in the center of the keep, a square of stone that had witnessed three centuries of sieges and none of the quiet, insidious rot that was currently consuming the castle of Blackwood. The torchlight flickered, casting long,...

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