The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The water in the mill race had turned a bruised purple by the time I finally dragged my boots from the mud, the cold seeping up through the wool sores on my heels until it felt less like a temperature and more like a verdict being passed on the very marrow of my bones, a sensation that had been growing heavier all winter, settling into the joints of my hands where the calluses from the loom had...

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