The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The sweet, cloying scent of rotting lilies and wet chalk hits you before the door even opens, a physical weight that presses against your eardrums as you stand in the mud of the Thorne estate, your service revolver heavy in your coat pocket, your mind a rigid, unyielding fortress of logic. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a constable of the county, and you have come here not to...

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