The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The air in the atrium was thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and stale perfume, a humid haze that clung to the skin and made the breath feel borrowed. Elias Thorne stood near the base of the central column, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the crowd swirl around him like a slow, indifferent current. He had not intended to attend the gala at the Whitmore Foundation, a gathering...

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