The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The iron key hangs from your neck, cold as a dead man’s finger against the skin of your throat, and you feel its weight not as a burden but as a tether, a physical extension of the duty that has hollowed you out from the inside since the day your father, the Warden, was found with his throat cut by a blade so old it had rusted into the bone. You stand in the Great Hall of Oakhaven, the air...

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