The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The parchment lay flat on the oak table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and vinegar, a confession drafted in Elias Thorne’s own cramped hand. He had written it three times, each draft shorter than the last, the words stripping away until only the bare bones of the accusation remained. Elias was forty years old, a sergeant who had spent two decades on the northern border, his hands...

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