The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The feast was held in the great hall of the manor, but for me, it was a cage of gold. The air was thick with the smell of roasted goose and stale ale, and the noise of the minstrels played too loud, scratching against my ears like nails on stone. I sat in the corner, my hands wrapped around a cup of watered wine, watching the lords and ladies dance. They wore silk that shimmered like oil on...

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