The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The road to the Citadel was a ribbon of red clay that bled into the mist, and I walked it with the weight of my own shadow stretching long behind me. We had been marching for three days, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old iron, a smell that seemed to cling to the wool of our coats and the leather of our boots. I was a captain of the King’s Guard, a title that felt less like a...

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