The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

14th November, 1893. The wind off the moor is not merely cold; it is a physical weight, a pressurized void that seeks the gaps in my armor and the seams of my soul. I sit in the command tent at the edge of the Wastes, the map spread before me, its ink bleeding in the damp, and I feel the familiar, corrosive itch of duty in my marrow. My objective is clear, mandated by the High Command and bound...

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