The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The river took the courthouse on the third of April. All night the water climbed over the levee road, past the grain elevators, and by dawn it stood in the square, quiet and brown, with a dead cow drifting against the war memorial. You watched from the records-room window, a pencil behind your ear, and you said, "There goes the county assessor, making his rounds." Eleanor Fairchild did not...

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