The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The mud was thick and smelled of iron and old rain, a slurry that sucked at the boots of the men who marched in formation up the narrow lane toward the gate of St. Jude’s. Thomas Bradshaw did not look at the mud; he looked at the hands of the man walking beside him, a young recruit whose face was a map of terrified lines, whose fingers twitched against the hilt of a sword that had never tasted...

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