The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The porcelain owl sat on the windowsill, its glass eyes catching the gray light of the afternoon. It was a perfect specimen, hand-painted in the old style, with a crack running from its beak down to its left wing. Elias had held it for three days. It was the last thing of value in the house, the final anchor to a life that had been systematically dismantled by debt and neglect. He did not feel...

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