The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain hammered against the soot-blackened windows of the Ashworth Institute, a relentless drumming that masked the sound of my own breathing. I stood by the tall, narrow glass, watching the fog roll in off the harbor, thick and gray, swallowing the city street by street. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool, pipe tobacco, and the metallic tang of old blood. "You are late, Mr. Kael," said...

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