The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the stone walls of the keep with a persistence that felt almost sentient. Inside the watchtower, the silence was not empty but heavy, pressed against Eamon’s eardrums like the water against a hull. He sat on the cold floor, his back against the rough-hewn masonry, his hands resting on his knees. They were...

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