The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The iron whistle screamed across the valley, a sound like a bone snapping under the weight of the earth, and for a moment, the world held its breath. Then the sky turned the color of bruised plums, and the smoke came down, thick and wet, smelling of sulfur and old blood. Silas Thorne did not run. He stood in the center of the foreman’s office, his hands resting on the cold steel railing,...

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