The Pale Tower
The road to the Citadel of Aethelgard was not paved, but it was worn smooth by the feet of those who had gone before me, and those who would come after. I walked it with a heavy heart, for I carried within me a secret that felt heavier than the iron cloak on my shoulders. I am a prisoner, though my cage is made of silence and the eyes of men who look at me with a mixture of pity and contempt....
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