The Pale Tower
The rain against the window of the Meridian Institute archive is a rhythmic, relentless drumming that you have come to associate with the specific texture of your own failure, a sound that seems to vibrate in the hollow space where your confidence used to reside. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a mid-level archivist who has spent the last decade arranging other people’s histories with a...
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