The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The stone was cold against the back of Elias’s hand, a slab of slate chipped from the cliff face that held the lighthouse in its granite teeth. He held it there, not as a weapon, but as a talisman, a physical anchor to the present moment while his mind drifted into the grey, churning void of the sea. The wind howled outside, a low, mournful groan that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow...

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