The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the lower ward into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the soot-stained faces of the men who patrolled the narrow, winding streets of Oakhaven. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood beneath the eave of the old bell tower, his cloak heavy with water, his hand resting instinctively on the hilt of a sword...

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