The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The vial of ink sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, a small cylinder of glass no larger than a thumb, containing a liquid that looked less like a substance and more like a suspended breath. It was the color of bruised plums, and when he tilted it, the liquid did not splash but clung to the walls of the container with a viscous, oily tenacity. The damp chill of the scriptorium crept up from the...

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