The Pale Tower
The rain had been falling on the estate of Blackwood Hall for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the manicured gardens and turned the gravel paths into slurry. Thomas Ashworth sat in his study, a room lined with the heavy, leather-bound spines of books that smelled of dust and old paper, and he watched the water drip from the eaves with the detached intensity of a...
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