The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain fell upon the slate roof of the Ashworth estate with a persistent, rhythmic thrumming that sounded less like water and more like the grinding of millstones, a sound that had worn into the very marrow of Captain Elias Ashworth’s bones over the forty years he had stood guard on this precipice, watching the sea chomp against the cliffs below with a hunger that never seemed to sate. He...

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