The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The chisel slipped, and the sound was not the crisp crack of stone but the wet, heavy thud of a bone breaking. I stared at the fracture line spidering across the white marble, a jagged vein of ruin that looked uncomfortably like a wound. My hand was shaking. Not from cold, though the air in the vaulted workshop was sharp enough to bite the lungs, but from a tremor that lived deeper, in the...

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