The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The wind does not howl here; it whispers, a low, granular susurration that sounds terribly like the rustling of dry leaves in a jar, and you have been walking for three days through this grey, fog-choked valley where the stones are soft as rotting fruit and the sky is a ceiling of wet wool, and you are tired, God, you are so tired, not in your muscles but in the marrow of your bones, in the...

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