The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain has been falling for three days. It is not a storm, but a persistent, grey weeping that soaks into the stone of the old barracks and into your bones. You are a sergeant in the King’s guard, a man of duty and silence, and you are dying. Not from a wound, but from the cold that creeps from the damp floorboards, a cold that has settled in your lungs like silt. You sit by the small, iron...

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