The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth, a heavy, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of Old London Bridge into slick mirrors reflecting a sky that had forgotten how to be blue. Master Thomas Wycliffe stood with his back to the river, his hands buried deep in the wet mud of the excavation site, his fingers black with the silt of centuries. He was not digging for...

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