The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the world into a blur of wet slate and dying grass, and I stood on the porch holding my father’s hand, watching the mist swallow the road. We were leaving the house, or rather, he was leaving the house, and I was simply the one who had agreed to drive him to the place where they keep the people who have run out of time....

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