The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey veil that turned the valley into a place of suspended breath. Elias sat on the cold stone of the watchtower, his back against the rough-hewn masonry that had sheltered him for forty years. He was an old man now, his joints stiff with the dampness that crept into the bones of anyone who lived so high above the treeline. His...

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