The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that clung to the wool of Sir Alistair’s cloak and seeped into the bone. He walked alone along the King’s Road, the mud sucking at his boots with a rhythmic, wet sound that seemed to echo the hollow drumming in his chest. The forest on either side was a tangle of grey bark and leafless branches, a skeletal framework against...

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