The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The stone was cold and smooth, a river pebble no larger than a thumbnail, held between Elias Thorne’s thumb and forefinger with a grip that bordered on obsessive. It sat on the desk of his corner office, a gray speck against the polished mahogany, a tangible anchor in a world that had begun to vibrate at a frequency he could not name. Elias was forty-two, a senior actuary for a reinsurance...

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