The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain on the cobblestones of Oakhaven was not water but a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of your doublet and settled into the cracks of the stone, a persistent dampness that seemed to have its own will, its own desire to erode the sharp edges of your day until you were soft and indistinguishable from the pavement beneath your boots. You walked with a heavy gait, the iron of your...

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