The tower had been there since before Arthur could remember. It rose from the Yorkshire moors like a bone pulled from the earth, pale limestone catching the grey light, its crown lost in the perpetual drizzle that hung over the moorland. From his childhood bedroom window, he could see it — a vertical line drawn against the sky, unblinking, patient.
His grandmother had called it the Pale Tower....
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