The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The brass keys in Elias Thorne’s palm were cold, heavier than they had been the morning he first locked the gate of the barracks twenty years prior. He stood in the narrow corridor of his quarters, listening to the silence of the room, a sound that had grown teeth in the last few days, chewing at the edges of his hearing. Outside, the mist of Oren pressed against the single, grime-streaked...

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