The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it sat, heavy and gray, like a wet wool blanket draped over the shoulders of the world. Elias Thorne stepped off the stagecoach, the leather of his gloves creaking in the damp air, and immediately tasted copper on his tongue. It was a metallic, ancient taste, the flavor of blood left too long on a blade, and it clung to the back of his throat with a...

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