The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink was still wet on the final entry when the warmth began, a subtle heat that bloomed against the inside of my wrist, distinct and undeniable, like a coal wrapped in silk. I pulled my hand back from the ledger, the leather cover creaking in the dim light of the cellar, and looked at the silver cufflink resting on the table. It was a small thing, polished to a mirror shine, but it radiated...

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