The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The snow did not fall; it accumulated, a silent, heavy blanket that pressed the village of Harrowgate down into the earth. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the municipal court, his uniform stiff with cold and the particular dampness that settled in the bones of the old brick building. He was a man of forty, his face a map of lines carved by wind and worry, his eyes the color of the slate...

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