The Pale Tower
"You’re being thorough, Elias," the Commander said, his voice smooth as the polished mahogany of the podium, "and I appreciate that. It’s just that the timeline is... tight." Elias Thorne stood in the center of the banquet hall, the air thick with the scent of roasted turkey and expensive perfume, the chandeliers above casting a warm, suffocating glow that felt less like celebration and more...
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