The Pale Tower
The bell in the tower did not ring to mark the hour, for the clock had been broken for three days, a fact that the King’s men seemed to forget in their haste to climb the spiral stairs, their armor clanking against the stone with a rhythmic, metallic insistence that sounded like the heartbeat of a dying beast, and I stood in the shadows of the high gallery, watching them, my hand resting on the...
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