The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The bread had gone stale three days ago. It sat in a clay bowl on the table, hard as river stones, the crust cracked and dry. Thomas held a piece in his hand, turning it over, feeling the rough texture against his calloused palm. He was a man of the court, a keeper of the peace in the lower halls, but today he felt nothing but the weight of the stone in his cup. The air in the chamber was...

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