The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a grey, persistent mist that clung to the cobblestones of Aldersgate and the damp wool of Elias Thorne’s coat. He stood before the imposing iron gates of the Whitmore Institute, watching the carriage of Lord Alistair Whitmore pull away, the dust from its wheels settling like a shroud over the entrance. Elias was a man of few words, a clerk in the...

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