The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The stone of the keep did not merely stand; it held its breath, a vast, pale lung suspended in the mist that rolled off the River Ouse. I stood at the base of it, my fingers tracing the cold, rough grain of the mortar, feeling the vibration of a history that was not mine, yet had claimed my bones long before I understood the shape of its weight. The village of Alderford slept in the hollow...

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