The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The tower stood on the hill, a white tooth against the grey sky. I climbed the stairs. The stone was cold. My boots scuffed the dust. I was not here for prayer. I was here for the mechanism. The city sprawled below. It was a web of slate and smoke. It breathed. It lived. It did not care for me. I am Margaret. I am a clockmaker. Or I was. Now I am a ghost in a world of gears. The elders called...

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