The Distant Affair
The tower stood against the grey sky. It was a spire of white stone. Cold. Silent. I stood at the base. The wind bit my face. I was a guard. My armor was old. My sword was dull. I had served the Lord of the Hill for ten years. I knew every crack in the wall. I knew every shadow in the hall. But I did not know the tower. No one did. The Lord forbade it. It was the Eye. It watched the land. It...
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