The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The carriage wheels struck the cobblestones of the Royal Conservatory’s courtyard with a rhythmic, metallic clatter that vibrated up through the soles of your boots. You stood in the rain, a tall, thin figure wrapped in a coat that had seen better decades, watching the steam rise from the grates of the new industrial district. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet iron. Inside the palace, the...

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