The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink is still wet. "It’s dry, Elias. Look at it. It’s dry." I looked down at the desk. The black pool had vanished into the grain of the wood, leaving a mark so sharp it looked like a cut. I pulled my hand back, expecting the stickiness, the smear, but my skin was clean. Or it was, until I turned my palm over. There, in the center of my life line, a small, jagged symbol had appeared. It...

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