The Pale Tower
The letter from the Diocesan Board of Works sat on the workbench, its ink still wet, smelling faintly of iron gall and damp wool. Elias Thorne read it twice, his thick fingers tracing the lines of the contract before he signed. It was a simple enough document, a continuation of the masonry for the new tower at St. Jude’s, but the date in the corner, October 1912, felt less like a calendar entry...
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