The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The silk lining of the coat was torn. It had begun at the shoulder, a tiny fissure no wider than a hair, and had widened over the years into a ragged mouth that whispered against my skin whenever I moved. I was a man of cloth, a tailor in the service of the Crown, and for thirty years I had stitched the uniforms of the elite. My hands were scarred by needles, my eyesight failing in the dim...

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