The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had stopped, leaving the air in the great hall of the Whitmore Estate heavy with the scent of wet stone and old paper. Elias stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the grey twilight swallow the garden. He was a man who carried his history like a stone in his chest, a weight that made every breath a deliberate act of endurance. In his hand, he held the small, brass...

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