The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The collapse of the east wing did not happen with a roar, but with a sigh, a long, dusty exhalation of stone that seemed to settle into the marrow of Eleanor’s bones. She stood in the courtyard of the Ashworth Foundry, her hands still dusted with the grey powder of the last batch of porcelain glaze, and watched as the skeletal remains of the administrative tower crumbled into the mud. It was a...

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