The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The siren did not wail so much as it exhaled, a long, rattling breath that sucked the air from the streets of Dunmore and filled the lungs of every resident with a metallic taste. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of grey, wet day that made the brick facades of the Victorian terraces look like bruised skin, and for Marcus Thorne, it was the sound that meant the end of the vigil he had kept...

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