The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets of Chicago into rivers of black sludge reflecting the sickly amber glow of the streetlamps. Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, rhythmic cadence of a man whose legs were no longer entirely his own, the damp cold seeping through the wool of his coat and settling into the marrow of his bones. He was a...

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