The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ledger lay open on the scarred oak desk, the ink still wet and glistening like a bruise under the gaslight. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the foreman’s office, his twelve-year-old frame rigid, holding a scrap of paper that crinkled in his sweat-slicked fingers. The smell of the room was thick, a cloying mix of stale tobacco, damp wool, and the metallic tang of the iron stove, a scent...

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