The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a blur of wet slate and mud. In the kitchen of the old manor, Arthur stood by the window, his hands resting on the cold iron railing. He was a man of the law, a keeper of order in a house that had long since forgotten what that word meant. His uniform, pressed and starched, felt...

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