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, gray mist that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s uniform and seeped into the joints of his knees. He had been walking for three hours, moving through the skeletal remains of the old industrial district where the river widened into a sluggish, brown eye. The town, Millhaven, was not on any modern map, a place suspended in a...

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