The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain against the plexiglass of the patrol car sounded like static, a relentless, white-noise hiss that erased the boundaries between the city and the vehicle, leaving only the grey smear of the industrial district outside. Elias Thorne sat with his hands resting loosely on his thighs, the leather of his gloves worn thin at the knuckles, feeling the vibration of the engine in his bones. He...

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