The Pale Tower

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2026-08-20 12:16:07 -

The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, gray curtain that erased the horizon. Inside the watchtower, the air smelled of wet wool, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of old fear. Elias stood by the window, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that was not steel, but woven from the roots of the pale tree outside. He watched the mist swirl against the glass. The world beyond...

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