The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The river did not run so much as it dragged itself across the silt, a thick, brown vein pulsing with the slow rhythm of a dying heart. Sir Alistair Vance stood at the edge of the bank, his boots sinking into the cold mud that sucked at his leather soles with a wet, sucking sound. He was a man carved from the same stubborn stone as the cliff faces he had defended for thirty years, his spine a...

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