The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The parchment is cold, a sheet of vellum stretched tight as a drum skin, and the Pale Ink sits in the well before you, a viscous black that seems to pull at the air itself, sucking the warmth from the room and the vitality from your left hand, which has not felt the tick of the clock or the grain of the wood for three months. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a master illuminator in the city of...

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