The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The compass lay on the table, its brass casing tarnished by years of pocket sweat and pocket lint. It was a heavy thing, a piece of industrial machinery that had outlived its purpose but not its weight. Elias held it in his left hand, the thumb rubbing the glass in a slow, circular motion. The needle did not move. It hung there, frozen in the northern dark, pointing at a truth he had refused to...

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