The Pale Tower

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2026-08-19 02:47:37 -

The Pale Tower

The rain in the capital did not fall so much as it hung, a heavy, grey veil that smothered the cobblestones and slicked the iron gates of the Ministry until they gleamed with a wet, oily sheen that repelled the light of the afternoon, a light that had long since surrendered to the creeping twilight of a season that refused to name itself. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the vast, echoing...

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