The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

Act I The wool in this town does not die; it waits. I have known this since I was a boy holding the Brackenthal whalebone shuttle, feeling the grain of the bone warm against my palm, a warmth that seemed to come from the sea itself rather than the sun. Now, at forty-two, I sit in the dye house on Corvid Lane, seventeen of which is the number of the gate, and I watch the pale indigo bolt dry on...

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