The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain in Oria did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the cobblestones and seeped into the marrow of anyone who worked the lower archives. Elara Whitmore sat at her desk, the lamplight flickering against the damp stone walls, her fingers tracing the brittle edges of a manuscript that smelled of ozone and dried blood. She was thirty years old, an archivist of...

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