The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain on the ramparts of Blackwood Keep did not wash; it ate. It gnawed at the mortar and the stone with a patient, acidic hunger, turning the ancient fortress into a weeping wound in the side of the hill. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the curtain wall, his hands gripping the wet limestone until the knuckles turned the color of old bone. He was a man built for command, broad in...

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