The Pale Tower
The tower stands at the edge of the moor, a sliver of white stone that has slowly turned the color of old bone, and you have lived in its shadow for so long that you have forgotten what the sun looks like when it is not filtered through the grime of your own existence. You are not human, not exactly, for your blood runs cold as the iron in the walls and your eyes, which are the color of the...
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