The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain in Aethelgard did not fall so much as it accumulated, a heavy, gray suspension that turned the stone streets into slick mirrors of the overcast sky. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his study, his fingers tracing the condensation on the glass, watching the mist swallow the lower city where the bells of the cathedral tolled a rhythm that felt less like time and more like a heartbeat...

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