The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The iron gate of the Ashworth estate did not open so much as it exhaled, a long, rusted sigh that stirred the dead leaves clinging to the cobblestones. Thomas Bradshaw stood before it, his hands clasped behind his back in a rigid architecture of duty, watching the carriage of the magistrate disappear into the fog that had swallowed the village whole. He was a man composed of angles and silence,...

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