The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The air in the apothecary’s basement tasted of iron and dried sage, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he ground the dried roots of the feverfew into a powder fine as ash. The mortar was stone, worn smooth by generations of hands that had not been his, and the pestle struck it with a rhythmic, hollow thud that seemed to synchronize with the frantic, arrhythmic...

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