The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a single, trembling smear of wet stone and mud. Elias Thorne walked. He did not run, nor did he pace. He walked with the heavy, rhythmic determination of a man whose legs had long since ceased to feel the cold, driven instead by a momentum that felt less like choice and more like a...

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