The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream was always the same: a room of white stone, the air thick with the scent of dried thyme and rot, and Mara standing by the window, her fingers tracing the condensation on the glass. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron on his tongue and a rattle deep in his chest that felt like a loose gear turning in a dry machine. He was forty years old, a captain in the border guard, and for...

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