The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain in the city did not fall; it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of coats and the fur of collars, erasing the sharp edges of the world until everything looked like a watercolor left out in the weather. Elias stood on the platform, his breath coming in short, visible puffs, watching the train slide away into the fog. He was holding a small, glass terrarium in his left...

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