The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old city into a slick, weeping mirror that reflected the grey belly of the sky. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his modest office in the Municipal Archives, watching the water cascade down the glass in long, erratic threads. He was a man of fifty, with hands that trembled slightly when he held a pen, a tremor he had...

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