The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the streets of Whitmore into a slurry of mud and coal dust, and I sat in the corner of the archive, my fingers tracing the cold, damp spine of a ledger that smelled of rot and iron. I am a creature of this dust, a man who came from across the sea with nothing but a coat that was too thin for the English winter and a...

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