The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The salt crystal sat between my thumb and forefinger, cold and sharp, a tiny white shard of the wall that had just wept it into my palm. I looked up at Brother Thomas, who stood by the ledger table, his face pale in the grey light of the archive, and I asked him if he had seen it. He did not look at my hand; he looked at the open book where the ink was still wet, and he told me that the damp in...

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