The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The fog that rolled off the River Tyne did not merely obscure the world; it consumed it, eroding the sharp edges of the abbey’s stone walls until the monastery felt less like a building and more like a bruise forming in the grey air. Thomas Bradshaw, twelve years old and no larger than a bundle of fresh vellum, sat hunched over his desk in the scriptorium, his breath misting in the thin, icy...

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