The Pale Tower
The iron gate stood open, a black mouth against the grey stone of the tower base. Elias stood before it, his breath coming in short, sharp puffs that misted in the biting November air. He was not a man who expected mercy. He was a man who had carried the weight of a dead country on his shoulders for so long that his spine had bent into a permanent question mark. Behind him, the village of...
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