The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain in the mill town of Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into a mirror for the gaslight and the soot. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the base of the Great Wheel, his back pressed against the cold, wet brick of the reservoir wall. He was a man carved from the same hard clay as the town, broad-shouldered and silent, with hands...

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