The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain fell on the roof of the command post with a steady, percussive rhythm that had long since ceased to be mere weather and become a kind of heartbeat for the entire garrison. Thomas Ashworth stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold iron of the sill, watching the mud swirl into thick, gray rivers that ate away at the foundations of the keep. He was a man carved from the same stone...

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