The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the river into a churning vein of mud and debris. I stood at the edge of the bridge, watching the water swallow the last of the autumn leaves, my hands wrapped tight around the hilt of my sword until the leather creaked under the strain. The weight of the steel was a familiar comfort, a solid truth in a world that...

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