The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Thorne, you know the law. The words hung in the damp air of the town hall, cold and hard as the iron gears Elias Thorne had been holding in his palm an hour before. Councilman Halloway did not look up from his ledger, his quill scratching a rhythmic, indifferent death sentence into the paper. "No permit, no access. The clock is a public asset, not a private shrine. You are banned from the tower...

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