The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You are standing in the library, your back pressed against the cold stone of the window, and the rain is hammering against the glass with a rhythm that feels less like weather and more like the impatient tapping of a thousand fingers waiting to be let in. The air in this house is thick, stagnant, and smells of damp wool and the sweet, rotting scent of the lilies your wife, Eleanor, placed on...

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