The Pale Tower
The rain had been falling for three days, turning the path to the Pale Tower into a slurry of mud and broken roots, and I walked with the heavy, deliberate steps of a man who knows he is being watched, though no one was there to see me. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and I have spent the last decade serving as the physician for the remote village of Oakhaven, a role that demanded I be both a...
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