The Pale Tower
"Put it on the scale, Arthur. Don't just hold it. Put it on the scale." Arthur stood before the brass balance, the air in the shop thick with the scent of dried lavender and old paper. He was a man of few words, a jeweler who worked with silver and gemstones, but his hands were steady and his eyes were tired. He looked at the small, pale object resting on his palm. It was a thimble, but not a...
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