The Pale Tower

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2026-08-20 09:56:04 -

The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the edges of the city into a smear of concrete and steel. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of the intersection, his boots sinking into the slush that had accumulated over the past three days of relentless storm. He was a man carved from the same hard, unyielding material as the surrounding...

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