The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The mud of the lower keep was thick with the smell of wet wool and old blood, a scent that clung to Elias Thorne’s leather boots as he kicked the iron-bound door open with a force that shook the hinges. He was forty years old, a garrison commander with a face carved from granite and a back that had not bent in two decades, and he carried the weight of three hundred starving men on his...

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