The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurs the boundaries between the stone walls and the sky. You stand alone in the high chamber of the Keep, the wind whistling through the narrow arrow slits, a sound that cuts through the heavy silence like a knife through wet wool. Your hands are bound by the cold iron of duty, not by rope, but by the rigid,...

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