The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The mud is thick and cold, sucking at the boots as you push forward through the tree line, the air heavy with the scent of wet pine and the metallic tang of fear. You are moving fast, or so it feels, though your legs feel like lead, weighed down by the gear and the sheer, crushing gravity of the moment. The radio crackles in your ear, a static-laced whisper of commands that have already...

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