The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The question hung in the air, suspended in the dust motes that danced in the slant of afternoon light cutting through the boarded-up window, a question that smelled of iron filings and stale tobacco and the peculiar, cloying scent of ozone that always preceded a storm in the valley. Margaret looked at him, her eyes wide and unblinking, a pair of polished coins held up to the light, and she did...

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