The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink was three pence a vial, and Elias counted the drops as he measured them into the brass pot, each one a black bead falling into the grey water with a sound like a small, heavy stone hitting a deep well. He needed the script to be perfect, the letterhead of the late Bishop Aldous to be precise, because the Duke’s library required not just a scribe, but a saint’s hand to copy his sermons,...

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