The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The departure was not a scene of tearful goodbyes, but a quiet severing of tethers, marked only by the creak of Elias Thorne’s carting wheels on the gravel road that led out of Harrowgate. He was forty years old, a man whose face had been slowly eroded by wind and worry into a landscape of deep lines and shadowed hollows, and he carried with him nothing but a leather satchel containing his...

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