The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the moor into a soup of peat and silence, and it was in this damp, suffocating twilight that Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the treeline, watching the carriage that would carry him away from his life as he knew it, its wheels sinking into the mud with a sound that felt less like a vehicle moving and more like a...

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