The Pale Tower
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, cold sheet that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a mirror of murky gray, reflecting the soot-stained brickwork of the industrial quarter where the old textile mills still stood like skeletal giants, their windows blind with decades of neglect and the residue of a labor that had long since moved on to cleaner, more profitable...
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