The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The brass key was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, a small, dead weight that felt heavier than the iron door it was meant to turn. He stood in the hallway of the manor, the air thick with the scent of wet plaster and rotting wood, the light from the single bulb above him flickering in a rhythm that matched his own shallow breathing. The floor beneath his feet had shifted overnight, a subtle,...

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