The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The inkwell sat on the mahogany desk like a black stone, heavy and still. Elias Vane did not look at it. He looked at the window, where the rain streaked the glass in thin, frantic lines, blurring the view of the ancient oak that had stood in the yard for three hundred years. The oak was dying. Its leaves, once a dense canopy of emerald, were now a sparse, skeletal lace of brown and grey,...

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