The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The gate was not a door but a mouth of stone, a vertical slit in the curtain wall that smelled of damp moss and the old, sweet rot of centuries, and standing before it alone in the grey morning light, Sir Elias Thorne felt the weight of his own years pressing against his ribs like a physical object, a heavy iron block that made each breath a labor, a negotiation with the failing machinery of...

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