The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The boy stood at the threshold of the great hall, his breath catching in his throat like a trapped bird, watching the scribe’s quill dip into the inkwell with a finality that felt less like writing and more like a burial. The air inside the Keep was thick, heavy with the scent of beeswax, old parchment, and the metallic tang of fear that clung to the stone walls. It was a place where shadows...

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