The Pale Tower
The first page of Arthur’s final journal lay open on the desk, the ink faded to a bruised purple, and Elena read the entry aloud because the silence in the archive was too heavy to bear alone. She wanted the digitization complete by Friday, a task that would secure her position in the department and satisfy the quiet, demanding presence of her mentor, whose death three months prior had left a...
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