The Pale Tower
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel drive of the Halloway estate into a brown slurry that sucked at the tires of the black sedan. Margaret stood at the window of the master bedroom, her breath fogging the cold glass, watching the headlights of her daughter’s car recede into the mist. It was a separation that felt less like a farewell and more like an amputation. Her...
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