The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The soup was always cold by the time we reached the top of the hill, a thick, gray sludge that smelled of boiled earth and old iron, and I would hold the bowl out to the child with hands that shook not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the obligation I had sworn to uphold in a world that had forgotten the shape of its own mercy, while the bells of the village of Oakhaven tolled...

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