The Pale Tower
Chapter One Can a wall hold the weight of a debt that was never paid? Ngozi Darko stood in the reclamation yard, where the rusted husks of dead machines lay in rows like sleeping cattle, and watched the dust settle over the flats. He was thirty years old, a mason’s apprentice to a man who no longer spoke, and the winter solstice was three days away. The mortar in the mixing bin behind him...
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