The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The weight of a lie is measurable in stone, and Esther Yancey had spent thirty years lifting it. She stood in the quarantine office, the brass surveyor's compass in her hand, its needle trembling with a violence that had nothing to do with the wind. Outside, the sea fret erased the town in a wall of grey water, erasing the docks, the magistrates, the very ground beneath her boots. The air...

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