The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink in the port of Portree had a specific gravity that defied the cold. Eilidh Strachan stood before the cast-iron columns of the Meridian Exchange, her breath misting in the air, watching the viscous grey fog bleed from the metal. It was a domestic uncanny rule, one she had managed for six years: leave a document unattended for an hour, and the mist would erase it, dissolving the evidence...

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