The Pale Tower

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2026-08-18 02:25:50 -

The Pale Tower

The rot in the floorboards was not a metaphor, though it felt like one. You knew it by the smell, a sweet, cloying decay that seeped up through the wool of your socks whenever you stood still for too long. It was the smell of things giving up, of wood surrendering to the wet earth below. You had been back in Harrowgate for three days, and the air still tasted of old rain and dried lavender, a...

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