The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The feast in the hall of Blackwood Manor was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of containment. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of fear that clung to the damp stone walls. You sat at the end of the long oak table, your father, Lord Arthur, presiding with a face carved from granite and older sorrows. Around you, the servants moved like...

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