The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The bell tolled in the bell tower, a sound like a heavy stone dropped into a deep, silent well. It was the third strike of the morning watch, and the air in the infirmary was already thick with the scent of boiled sage and the metallic tang of old blood. Margaret Holloway stood by the window, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. The liquid inside was dark, almost...

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