The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The bell did not ring. That was the first thing that struck Eleanor, the silence where a thunderclap should have been. She stood in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the dust of centuries and the stale smell of damp stone, and watched as the High Steward, a man named Aldous with hands like wet clay, walked past her. He did not look at her. He did not acknowledge her existence,...

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