The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into slick, reflective pools where the streetlights bled their orange glow into the wet dark, and you stand there in the doorway of the precinct, your uniform pressed and cold against your skin, the wool heavy with moisture that smells of ozone and old iron, watching the figure walk...

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