The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The count of the warp threads began at four in the morning, a precise, rhythmic clatter that echoed through the damp, coal-smoke heavy air of the Halloway Textile Mill, where Elias Thorne stood before the new loom with his hands hovering over the heddles, counting, recounting, and counting again. He was thirty-five years old, a man who had woven his life into the linen and cotton of this mill...

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