The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The carriage wheels grind against the frozen cobblestones of Whitehall, a rhythmic, metallic grinding that seems to scrape the very marrow from your bones as you sit in the suffocating silence of the back seat, watching the gas lamps of London bleed their sickly yellow light into the fog that clings to the city like a shroud. You are Major Elias Thorne, and you are carrying a jar of honey, a...

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