The Pale Path
The tower stood isolated in the moor. It was a square of black stone, four hundred feet high. No windows on the lower three levels. One slit on the top. The air smelled of damp wool and old iron. Elias Thorne stood in the central chamber. He was a tall man. His spine was a straight rod. He wore a grey coat, buttoned to the chin. His hands were stained with chalk dust. He looked at the map on...
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