The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The cart rattled over the cobblestones of the old quarter, a sound like the grinding of millstones in the belly of a hungry god, and Thomas Ashworth sat at the front, his hands white-knuckled on the reins, watching the city of Aethelgard dissolve into mist behind him. He was leaving. That was the only fact that held the day together. The rest was a blur of gray wool and the smell of wet...

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