The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the stone walls of the keep like a damp shroud, erasing the boundary between the earth and the sky. Thomas Ashworth stood on the high balcony, his hand resting on the cold iron of his sword hilt, feeling the familiar, aching absence of the blade at his side. Below, in the courtyard, the gates were being barred for...

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