The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and the sharp, metallic tang of old brass, a scent that clung to the velvet curtains and seemed to suffocate the air in a heavy, golden shroud. You stood in the shadow of the grand chandelier, your fingers wrapped tightly around the stem of a wine glass, watching the nobility of Ashworth Manor laugh and toast under the flickering gaslight. The room...

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