The Pale Tower
You are standing in the shadow of the bell tower, and the air tastes of copper and old stone. You have been here for three days, or perhaps three weeks; time has become a loose thread in your mind, unraveling as you watch the dust settle on the flagstones. The town of Oakhaven lies below, a patchwork of slate roofs and narrow lanes, silent under the gray sky. You came here to find the source of...
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