The Pale Tower
Chapter One "You are forgetting the weight of the ice," General Karaman said, his voice low and dry as the parchment under his hand. "The walls do not hold because we wish them to. They hold because the cold has a voice, and that voice is tired." Dimitar Minasyan stood in the command tent, the air heavy with ozone and old ink. He was thirty-two, a captain of the Seed Vault Registry, a man whose...
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