The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The transfer order lay on the desk, a single sheet of heavy cream-colored paper that smelled faintly of the toner used in the station’s aging laser printer, and Elias Thorne watched the cursor blink at the bottom of the page like a slow, rhythmic pulse, waiting for a signature that had not come in the three hours since he had placed it there. He was forty years old, a sergeant with twelve years...

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