The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The mist in Oren did not roll in; it settled, a grey fur that choked the cobblestones and muted the clatter of hooves. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of his cramped apartment, the silver locket clutched in his left hand, feeling the faint, rhythmic pulse of warmth against his palm. It was the only thing in the city that felt alive, a small, stubborn ember in the damp cold. He was thirty-two,...

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