The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The road to the keep was a ribbon of gray mud, slick with the autumn rain that had been falling for three days, and I walked it with my boots caked in the earth of the lower village, feeling the weight of the silence that had settled over the valley like a heavy shroud. I was a scribe, a man of ink and parchment, a creature of the ledger and the letter, yet here I was, climbing the winding path...

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