The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The air in the alleyway tasted of copper and wet ash. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat, a physical weight that made breathing a laborious act. Thomas stood with his back against the cold stone of the warehouse, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps that fogged in the freezing November air. He was only twelve years old, a fact that the world seemed to have...

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