The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The iron was cold against Thomas’s cheek, a biting chill that cut through the damp fog of the castle courtyard. He did not flinch. In his hands, the pike was a familiar weight, a steel extension of his will, but the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and fear. The militia of Aldenmere stood in a shivering line, their breath pluming in the gray dawn. Across the yard, the Baron’s guards...

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