The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The pen was cold, and it smelled of iron and old varnish, a scent that seemed to rise from the very floorboards of the Meridian Insurance Office. “Sign here, Arthur. Just a formality.” Mr. Halloway did not look up from his ledger. His fingers, stained with the ink of a thousand approvals, rested on the paper with the casual authority of a man who owned the air itself. Arthur Vane sat opposite,...

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