The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The train cut through the mist with a low, mournful whistle that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, shaking the dust from his coat as it rattled down the tracks toward the valley. He sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, his eyes fixed on the grey blur of passing hedgerows, feeling the weight of a silence that had grown heavier with every mile. The air inside the...

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