The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The wind in the Blackwood moor did not howl; it whispered. It was a thin, persistent sound, like the rustle of dry leaves being crushed underfoot, or the soft exhalation of a dying man. I had walked for three days to find the place where the old mill stood, a skeletal thing of stone and iron against the grey backdrop of the industrial skyline. My boots were heavy, soaked through by the...

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