The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The air in the Great Hall of the keep hung heavy, thick with the scent of damp stone and the faint, acrid tang of burning tallow that seemed to cling to the skin like a second, unwelcome layer of armor. You stood there, your hand resting on the cold iron hilt of your sword, feeling the weight of the metal seep into your palm, a familiar anchor in a world that had begun to spin with a...

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