The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The form was unsigned. Elias held the parchment in his left hand, the ink still wet and glistening in the drafty air of the archive, while in his right hand he cradled the white owl egg. It was warm, warmer than the stone floor beneath his feet, and it hummed with a frequency that he had learned to tune out over three years of service. Below him, in the infirmary where the damp seeped through...

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