The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The banquet was a grotesque parody of celebration, a long tangle of white tablecloths and plastic cups that reflected the flickering fluorescent lights of the community center hall. The air smelled of burnt sugar and stale coffee, a cloying mixture that hung heavy in the stagnant air. In the corner, near the door that led out to the rain-slicked parking lot, sat Elias Thorne. He was a man...

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