The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The harbor of Guérande did not wake so much as it groaned, a long, metallic exhalation of iron on iron as the coal ships began their unloading. The smell of brine and wet wool hung heavy over the quay, mixing with the acrid bite of the kerosene lamps that flickered in the windows of the quarantine hut. It was there, behind the barred glass of that single room, that I sat, counting the hours...

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