The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The champagne in your glass has gone flat, a thin, sweet film clinging to the rim as you watch Director Halloway shake hands across the ballroom. It is the autumn of 1912, and the Ministry of Records is celebrating its centennial with a fervor that feels less like joy and more like a fever. You are thirty-four years old, Elias Thorne, and your hands, stained with the faint, acidic ghost of old...

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