The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The harbor gate of Port Meridian was a mouth of iron and rust, chewing through the morning fog with a mechanical indifference that Elias Thorne had come to hate in his final weeks. He stood beside the customs desk, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the low-frequency vibration that had been humming in his molars since dawn, a sound that seemed to rise from the very bedrock of the...

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