The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into slick mirrors reflecting the dull, unchanging light of the sky. Elias Vane stood at the heavy oak door of the watchtower, his back to the damp cold, his hand resting on the iron latch that had held for a century and was now beginning to rust through. He was a man of fifty...

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