The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a gray, silent veil that erased the boundary between the earth and the sky, turning the village of Oakhaven into a watercolor left out in the damp. I stood at the edge of the village square, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, which felt less like a weapon and more like a heavy, cold anchor dragging me toward the mud. Beside me stood Father...

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