The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The damp in the cellar of the Pale Tower was not merely moisture; it was a presence, thick and cold against my skin, smelling of wet stone and old iron. I sat at the narrow oak desk, the single candle guttering in the draft that seeped through the cracks in the mortar, and I waited for the words to come. I was Elias Thorne, a scribe of thirty-two years, and I was here to transcribe the final...

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