The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The feast in the great hall of Aethelgard was a riot of gold and grease, the air thick with the smoke of roasting boar and the cloying sweetness of spiced wine, yet Elias Thorne felt only the cold, creeping numbness that began in the bone of his left hand. He was forty years old, a master glassblower whose name was sung in taverns from the river delta to the high peaks, and he stood at the...

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