The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain against the leaded panes of the chapel did not sound like rain; it sounded like the slow, deliberate counting of hours that had been stolen from the world. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, old incense, and the metallic tang of fear that clings to a room when it holds its breath. Thomas stood by the altar, his fingers tracing the rough hewn stone of the reliquary,...

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