The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The needle of the surveyor’s compass spun with a frantic, sickly wobble, a pale blur against the cracked glass face, as Elias Thorne stood in the driving rain on the Vesper Crossing, his voice cracking not from anger but from the sheer, physical effort of holding his own certainty together. He was forty-two, a man who had spent twenty years measuring the integrity of concrete and steel, yet...

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