The Pale Tower
The train did not so much arrive at the station of Blackwood as it exhaled into it, a great iron beast shuddering to a halt against the damp, soot-stained platform, its brakes screaming in a high, thin note that seemed to tear the silence of the early morning. Elias Thorne stepped down from the carriage, his leather boots striking the gravel with a finality that felt less like arrival and more...
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