The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The silver clasp on Elias Thorne’s waistcoat had been cold for three days, a metallic chill that seeped through the wool and settled against his ribs like a second, stiffer heart. It was a heavy, ornate thing, a gift from a time before his brother’s death, before the debts, before the quiet rot of the municipal archives took hold of his life. Elias sat at his desk in the basement records...

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