The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The mud sucked at your boots with a wet, reluctant sound, as if the earth itself were trying to hold you back. You did not look down. You looked only at the figure standing before you, his silhouette sharp against the bruised purple of the twilight sky. He was tall, draped in a cloak of heavy wool that had long since lost its color to the rain, and in his hand, he held a staff of pale ash wood....

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