The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The banquet hall of the Chancellery was a cavern of gold leaf and low, anxious whispers, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the heavy perfume of the High Council’s robes. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the long table, his hands resting on the cool silver rim of a crystal decanter, watching the candlelight flicker against the vaulted ceiling. He was fifty-two, and the tremor...

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