The Pale Tower
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the Scottish highlands into a soup of mud and heather, blurring the line between the sky and the earth until they became a single, oppressive entity. Sergeant Major Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the clearing, his boots sinking into the saturated peat, watching the smoke rise from the bonfire that had once been...
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