The Pale Tower
Chapter One The thaw had floated the docks, turning the harbor into a slurry of ice and rust that smelled of brine and old diesel. Una Rollo woke with the taste of salt on her lips, the recurring dream of a pale tower built from stacked, discarded letters still clinging to the edges of her consciousness, a weight she could not shift in her sleep. She lay in the narrow berth of the family flat,...
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