The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream was not a dream, but a ledger of debts unpaid, a tallying of souls weighed against the cold iron of the law. Major Elias Thorne woke in the blue, bruised hour before dawn, the residue of the vision clinging to him like wet wool. He lay still in the narrow cot of his office, the air thick with the scent of coal smoke and old paper, listening to the rhythmic, industrial heartbeat of the...

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