The Pale Tower
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the village into a slick, reflective mirror of the low-hanging sky, and as Elias stood on the threshold of the old manor, watching his wife, Sarah, walk slowly down the muddy path toward the waiting carriage, he felt a physical ache in the soles of his feet, a...
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