The Pale Tower
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, which felt like a bad omen to Elias Thorne. He had been in the village of Oakhaven for three days, and in that time, he had not spoken a word to anyone who did not sell him bread or charge him for the inn. The parchment was heavy, sealed with wax the color of dried blood. It bore the crest of the Ashworth family, a tower rendered in pale ink against a field of...
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