The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink is still wet on your palm. It smells of iron and crushed violets, a scent that has defined the last three years of your life in the village of Oakhaven. You are the Warden, a title that sounds grand enough for a castle but here, in this damp, medieval pocket of the world, it merely means the man who checks the locks on the granary and the man who decides who sleeps and who starves. The...

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