The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The fog did not merely enter the manor of Blackwood; it seeped into the mortar, the wool, and the marrow, a viscous grey tide that tasted of copper and old rain. Elias Thorne, the steward, stood in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled to the elbow, stirring the great cauldron of pale broth that would sustain the household through the annual Feast of the Pale Tower. The liquid was the only thing...

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