The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The wetness in the left cuff had been there for three days, a cold, persistent damp that defied the heater’s dry heat and the sun’s pale promise. Elias Thorne counted the seconds of the wait, forty-two years of service reduced to a number in a spreadsheet, his hands resting on the desk’s surface where the wood was scarred by years of frantic signing and erasing. He wanted only the pension, the...

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