The Pale Tower
Chapter One The grey of the harbor at Hvalfjörður did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, wet silt that coated the rigging of the trawlers and the brickwork of the coal tipple until the whole town was clearing its throat, a collective, rasping exhalation of steam and diesel that hung in the air long after the shift whistle blew. I stood at the end of the line, watching the men queue for...
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