The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The porcelain shard in Elias Thorne’s hand was cold, sharp as a scalpel, and heavy with the weight of a debt that no amount of glue could mend. He held it up to the gray light filtering through the workshop window, turning it so the fracture line caught the sun, a jagged white vein running through the pale blue glaze. It was a piece of the tower, the one his father had spent forty years...

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