The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The hand trembled. It was a fine, rhythmic vibration, like the hum of a tuning fork struck against the edge of a steel plate, and it traveled up through the wrist, through the elbow, and settled deep in the marrow of the shoulder. Captain Elias Thorne did not look at his hand. He looked at the window, where the rain in the courtyard was turning the cobblestones into a slick, black mirror. The...

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