The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain in the valley of Ashford did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and rotting turnip, clinging to the wool of the constable’s tunic and seeping into the marrow of his bones where the cold had made its permanent, rattling home. Silas Thorne stood alone in the center of the abandoned textile mill, the only light source being the jagged, electric...

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