The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The banquet hall of Aethelgard smelled of roasted pheasant and old blood, a cloying mixture that coated the back of my throat as I sat at the High King’s right hand, my left hand tucked beneath the heavy velvet tablecloth like a shameful secret. I am Elias, a court seer of forty-two years, and I have spent the last twenty serving this throne, yet tonight I felt the hollowness of my service more...

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