The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The air in the basement of the Blackwood Textile Mill did not smell of damp or rot, but of iron filings and old, dried blood, a scent that seemed to seep directly from the pores of the concrete walls and settle into the fibers of Clara Vane’s wool coat as she stood there, thirty-four years old and widowed, clutching a leather-bound ledger that felt heavier than stone. She was not alone in her...

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