The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the sound of the bell still ringing in my ears, a high, thin note that cut through the morning fog like a wire. I was twelve years old, or I felt twelve, though time had a way of stretching and snapping in the Ashworth manor. The walls of the tower, where I had been confined for my "restlessness," were cold against my back. They were not stone, not...

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