The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray drumming against the leaded glass of the workshop windows that seemed to vibrate with the weight of the water outside. I sat at my bench, the wood worn smooth by forty years of hands, my own knuckles swollen and red in the cold air. The shop smelled of oil, wet wool, and the metallic tang of the iron filings that covered the floor in a...

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