The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and stale coal dust, a scent that had soaked into the velvet drapes until the fabric itself seemed to exhale it. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my collar stiff against my neck, watching the candlelight flicker against the soot-stained glass of the high windows. It was the annual gathering of the Ashworth Industrial Trust, a celebration of...

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