The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The banquet hall smells of roasted boar and stale wax, a thick, cloying scent that settles into the weave of your doublet and lingers in the back of your throat like a bad memory you cannot quite expel, while the lutes play a tune so familiar it has lost all meaning, becoming merely a rhythmic thrumming that matches the dull ache beginning to pulse behind your left eye, that specific, localized...

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