The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain in Ashgrove did not wash the soot away; it merely turned the black dust into a slick, clinging mud that coated the boots of every man who walked its narrow, gaslit streets. Elias Vane stood in the doorway of his mother’s cottage, his breath hitching in a cough that rattled like dry leaves in a tin can, and watched the fog swallow the valley. He had packed his bag with a single change...

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