The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The fog rolled off the Great Lakes with a silence that felt heavy, almost wet, against the glass of the patrol car, blurring the rusted chain-link fence that marked the boundary between the sovereign land and the gray, indifferent water. Elias Thorne sat with his hands resting on the steering wheel, the leather worn thin by ten years of service, his knuckles white not from cold but from the...

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