The Pale Tower
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its cream-colored envelope stained with the dampness of the recent rains, resting there like a final verdict I had already signed in my heart. I stood by the window, watching the mist curl around the skeletal branches of the oak tree in the yard, my uniform jacket hanging heavy on the chair behind me, the brass buttons catching the pale, grey light of the...
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