The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall in Aldercrest; it seeped, rising from the wet stones of the courtyard like a cold breath held too long. Elias Vane stood by the window of his workshop, watching the mist dissolve the silhouette of the town below. He was a man of precise angles and quiet hands, a glazier who had spent forty years shaping light into glass, holding it in place with lead cames and silence. But...

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