The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The leather of the glove creaks as you pull it off, the sound sharp in the silent room, and you set the gauntlet on the table where the dust motes hang suspended in the thin shaft of light cutting through the window. Your hand trembles, not from the cold, which is a steady, familiar companion in these highlands, but from the way the fingers refuse to obey the mind, a lag of three seconds that...

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