The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream was not of flight, but of descent, a slow, viscous sinking into a sludge of grey water that smelled of iron and old pennies, and in that water, Elias Thorne saw the face of his mother, not as she had been in the warm, yellowed photographs of their life in the village, but as a thing of pale, translucent flesh, her eyes wide and hollow, screaming a sound that had no voice, only a...

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