The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had been falling on the glass facade of the university for three days, a persistent, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the bones of Dr. Silas Thorne. He sat in his office on the fourth floor of the Whitmore Institute, a room that smelled faintly of old paper and the metallic tang of anxiety. On his desk lay a single sheet of paper, the manuscript of a lecture he had prepared...

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