The Pale Tower
The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of the gray sky above. Elias Vane stood at the base of the Pale Tower, a structure of whitewashed stone that rose from the city’s heart like a bone picked clean of flesh, and he felt the weight of the ledger in his satchel not as a physical burden but as a...
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