The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The King’s breath rattled in his chest, a wet, mechanical sound that seemed to come from the bottom of a well, and Elias stood by the bedside, his hands hovering over the monarch’s heaving torso, knowing with a certainty that tasted like iron in the back of his throat that he was the only one in the room who understood the architecture of the failure. "Is it the wine?" the Duke of Alistair...

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