The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The hum began in the lead, a low, domestic vibration that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he heard it with his ears. He stood in the vaulted workshop of the Abbey, the air thick with the smell of linseed oil and old dust, holding a shard of the Pale Tower’s stained glass. It was a piece of deep blue, no larger than a playing card, and it was warm to the touch. Elias was forty-two years...

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