The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The grey text had begun to crawl up the brickwork of the barracks before dawn, a slow, silent erosion that turned the morning air into something thick and tasting of iron. Elias Thorne stood by his bed, the iron seal of the 4th Artillery pressed into his palm, the metal cold against the sweat of his skin. He was thirty years old, a man whose identity had been forged in the rigid lines of his...

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