The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The shawl was heavy, a thick weave of undyed wool that smelled of lanolin and old dust, and Elias Thorne held it in his hands as if it were a piece of raw meat, feeling the weight of it settle into his palms before he even stepped off the train. It was November in Oakhaven, 1912, and the air carried the metallic taste of coal smoke that hung low over the rooftops, a grey blanket that suffocated...

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