The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The air in the valley did not smell of earth or rain, but of copper and old marrow. Captain Elias Thorne stood before the Pale Tower, the structure rising from the mist like a ribcage stripped of its flesh, and he felt the weight of his forty-five years settle into his joints with a dull, aching thud. He was not a man of prayer, nor of poetry, but of duty, and the duty that had bled his village...

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