The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain fell upon the slate roofs of the precinct house in a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the distinction between the street below and the sky above, turning the world into a smear of charcoal and wet stone, and I stood at the window of the interrogation room, my hands resting on the cold glass, watching the water trace its inevitable path downward, a mirror for the slow, grinding...

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