The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, ceaseless drumming that turned the cobblestones of Highgate into slick, black mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky, and as you stood there in the doorway of the inn, watching the last of your companions gather their coats, you felt the weight of your own guilt settling into the marrow of your bones, a heavy, wet stone that would not shift....

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