The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, cold drizzle that seeped into the mortar of the walls and turned the cobblestones of the market square into slick mirrors reflecting the grey sky. I stood at the window of my office in the Magistrate’s Hall, watching the water trace erratic paths down the glass, each drop a small, transient failure of the atmosphere to hold its shape. My...

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