The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The frost on the windowpane of the carriage had melted into a weeping streak as we pulled away from the station, leaving the familiar grey sprawl of Harrowgate behind and heading toward the isolation of the north. I held my leather tool case against my chest like a shield, the brass latches cold against my palm, while the rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the iron tracks served as a metronome...

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