The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The feast was held in the great hall of the Iron Citadel, a structure that had stood for three hundred years, watching the river below turn from silver to black and back again. The air smelled of roasted lamb, beeswax, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the very stones. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the high table, his armor polished to a mirror shine, reflecting the...

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