The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

Elias’s fingers, stained with the particular grey dust of the archive, moved with a mechanical precision over the silver surface of the brooch, his breath shallow in the cold, damp air of the cataloging room. He was twelve years old, an apprentice to Mr. Thorne, a man whose respect was a currency Elias spent and never earned, and the object in his hand was not merely a piece of jewelry but a...

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