The Pale Tower
You cannot fix a foundation by tightening the screws, Arthur. The voice was thin, reedy, stripped of the authority it had held twenty years ago when it had commanded lecture halls and drafting tables, but it remained etched in Arthur’s memory with the permanence of chisel marks on limestone. He stood in the shadow of the Ashworth Palace, the rain from the previous night still beading on the...
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