The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The iron breastplate has grown warm against your chest, not with the heat of a forge or the friction of battle, but with a slow, insistent pulse that mirrors your own heartbeat, yet arrives a fraction of a second too late, like a ghost trying to keep time with a living man. You stand in the center of the great hall of Ashworth Manor, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient dust,...

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