The Pale Tower
The Pale Tower The tower rose from the marshland like a bone tooth gnawed white by centuries of North Sea wind. From the highroad it seemed merely old—Georgian, perhaps, or late Tudor, depending on the hour and the angle of light. But from the causeway, where the water pooled in shallow mirrors cracked with frost in winter, it was something else entirely: a pale thing, spectral, a geometry that...
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