The Pale Tower
Chapter One In the valley of Aethelgard, the air did not merely sit; it waited. Camille Sabatier, thirty-two years old and a scholar of displaced lands, held a pale tower of bone-white stone against his chest, its surface rough and cold as a winter riverbed. He was moving toward the border, where the mist thickened into a wall, his friend Henri dying in the silt behind him. The Hollow, as the...
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