The Pale Tower
The ink on the sign had not yet dried when Elias Vane arrived in the town of Oakhaven. It was a small, jagged smear of black on the pale wood, the word *Traitor* spelled out in a hand that trembled with a specific, violent urgency. Elias stood at the edge of the town square, his suitcase heavy in his grip, and watched the townspeople gather. They did not shout. They did not throw stones. They...
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