The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended veil of gray mist that clung to the windowpanes of the study, blurring the world outside into a smear of indistinct shadows. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed leather chair, the wood worn smooth by decades of his own restless hands, and watched the water bead and slide. His daughter, Clara, stood before him, her posture rigid, her eyes...

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