The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The fog rolled off the moors in a thick, grey shroud, erasing the horizon and leaving only the immediate, cold reality of the road ahead. Sir Elias Thorne rode at the head of the small procession, his armor clinking softly with every step of his horse, a sound that seemed too loud in the silence. Behind him sat Julian, twelve years old and stiff with fear, clutching the reins as if they were...

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