The Pale Tower
Chapter One Zoe Bakolas was twelve years old and her fingers smelled of lye and iron filings, a fact she carried in her knuckles like a secret that would not let her sleep. The mill at the base of the island’s volcanic slope did not care that it was February, a month that had tried to be spring and failed, leaving the air thick with a dampness that seeped into the bone. She worked the night...
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