The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The iron gate of the Abbey of St. Jude did not creak; it groaned, a low, tectonic moan that vibrated through the soles of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s boots as he crossed the threshold into the courtyard, where the morning mist clung to the stone walls like a shroud refusing to release its dead. The air was thick with the scent of damp moss and old blood, a perfume that had permeated the very...

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