The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven Square into a mirror of grey slate, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of it, his boots soaking through, holding a wet, crumpled folder of documents that felt heavier than its paper should have. He was forty-two, an archivist with ink stains permanently embedded in the whorls of his fingerprints, and he was shouting at the town council members...

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