The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

Chapter One The threshing floor at dawn was a sea of chaff, the air so thick with dust that the sun looked like a coin held behind frosted glass. The oxen moved in their slow, grinding circles, the rhythmic clatter of the wooden sleds against the packed earth providing the only music in a world that had forgotten how to sing. I stood at the edge of the furrow, my hands trembling not from the...

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