The Pale Tower
The carriage wheels ground against the packed earth of the causeway, a rhythmic, grinding shriek that seemed to scrape directly against the marrow of my bones, as we ascended the final, steep gradient toward the iron-gated perimeter of the Sanctum, a vast and foreboding institution of pale stone that loomed over the valley like a monument to a god who had long since turned its face away from...
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