The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The air in the Athenaeum smelled of damp stone and old ink, a scent that had settled into my lungs over forty years of quiet study, and as I sat in the high gallery overlooking the city of Vellum, I could feel the tremor in my left hand, that subtle, rhythmic shaking that was not fear but a kind of biological rebellion, a slow unraveling of the nerves that had once allowed me to decipher the...

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