The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

Amelie Marchand ran with the bronze bell in her left hand, its cold weight a constant pressure against her palm as she cut through the lavender fields. The reclamation yard of dead machines loomed ahead, a skeleton of iron ribs sticking out of the mud, and the washboard rhythm from the neighbor’s cottage was already fading into the sea fret that erased the town. She had spent the last three...

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