The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

I counted the hours as I walked the long, cobblestone road to the Pale Tower, my boots striking the wet stones with a rhythm that matched the thud of my own heart, each step a small, heavy coin dropped into the void of my father’s fate. There were four hours of daylight left, and I had forged the letter in the cramped, smoke-filled cellar of my uncle’s tavern, the ink still wet and smelling of...

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