The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The frost had long since retreated from the windowpanes, leaving only the memory of cold in the woodwork of our estate, a place so secluded that the nearest village felt like a rumor rather than a fact. I sat in the study, the air thick with the scent of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of my own unease. In my hand, I held a small, silver vial, no larger than a teardrop, which I had...

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