The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The coal smoke in the basement did not smell of fire, but of wet ash and old pennies, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before Mr. Halloway’s desk. "Two shillings a week," Elias said, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands, "for the overtime. My mother’s rent is due, and the doctor says the morphine cannot be delayed." Halloway, a man whose skin...

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