The Pale Banner
The tower stood. It did not sway. It did not crumble. It simply stood, a monolith of gray stone against a sky the color of bruised iron. Miles looked up. His neck ached. He looked down. The mud sucked at his boots. He pulled free. He walked. "Move, Miles." The voice came from the cart. A woman sat inside. Her face was hidden by a hood. Her eyes were not. They were bright. Wet. They stared at...
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