The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The train did not so much arrive at the station of Oakhaven as it did bleed into the fog, a long, iron serpent shedding its breath in the chill October air. I stood at the window, my reflection a ghostly palimpsest superimposed upon the darkening countryside, watching the trees slide past like the blurred memories of a life I had left behind three days ago. I was Major Elias Thorne, though the...

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