The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

I The sound of a rope bridge creaking under the weight of a single, soaked boot is the only honest sound left in the old quarter, a fact that Văn Duc learned long before he learned the price of his own silence. He stood in the rain-slicked courtyard of the ancestral home, the water pooling in the cracks of the flagstones, and held his father’s fraying silk sash, a garment that had once cost...

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