The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The mist does not rise from the valley; it breathes out of the stones themselves, a slow, grey exhalation that swallows the world in layers. You stand at the edge of the cliff, where the grass is thick and wet against your boots, and you look down into the chasm where the river used to be, though now it is only a memory of water, a silence shaped like a current. You are the Warden of the Pale...

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