The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream was always the same: a tower of pale glass, standing alone in a field of grey mist, and then, without sound or shatter, it simply ceased to be. Thomas woke with the taste of river clay on his tongue, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. It was the year of our Lord 1348, and the air in the workshop of the Guild of Glaziers was thick with the smell of lead, hot...

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