The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the guardhouse, a rhythmic drumming that did little to drown out the whispering in my ears. It had started three nights ago, a low, sibilant hiss that seemed to rise from the stones of the Pale Tower itself, a structure of white limestone that dominated the castle’s eastern flank and had been the site of my father’s execution twenty years...

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