The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The air in the Hollow of Whispers tasted of wet ash and old iron, a flavor that coated the back of young Elian’s throat with a persistent, metallic grit that no amount of water could wash away. He stood alone at the base of the Spire, a jagged tooth of obsidian rising from the center of the valley like a broken finger pointing accusingly at the bruised, twilight sky. It was not a tower in the...

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