The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The mortar would not set. I mixed it again, the same ratio of lime and sand I had used for twenty years, but as I pressed it into the joints of the spire, it slid away like wet clay, refusing to bind to the ancient stone. It was October in Leeds, the air thick with the coal dust that hung over the city like a permanent shroud, and I stood on the scaffolding of St. Jude’s, my hands trembling not...

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