The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain in Vane did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that smelled of coal dust and wet iron. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Blackfriar Street, his coat damp and heavy, watching the soot-stained windows of the workshop that had once been his father’s. He was thirty-two, a man who had spent a decade in quiet, provincial towns, fixing timepieces for men who could not afford to be...

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