The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream was always the same, a suffocating weight of damp earth pressing against Elias Thorne’s chest, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sweet, cloying rot of things long dead. He woke gasping in the high bed of the master bedroom, the ceiling above him a lattice of peeling plaster and exposed lath that had been staring down at him for three years, ever since his father’s...

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