The Pale Tower
The chime began as a low, resonant hum, a vibration in the teeth that Dr. Elias Thorne initially dismissed as the tinnitus brought on by too many hours hunched over the microfiche readers of the Blackwood Institute. It was November 1904, and the air in the restricted archive smelled of dust, decaying leather, and the metallic tang of fear. Elias wanted tenure, a concrete thing he could hold in...
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