The Pale Tower

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 10:36:15 -

The Pale Tower

The rain had not ceased for three days. It fell with a persistent, rhythmic insistence against the leaded glass of my window, blurring the gray spires of the city into a watercolor smear of stone and shadow. I sat in the silence of my chamber, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and old parchment, my hand resting on the hilt of the sword that had once been my brother’s. Now it was mine, a...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews