The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, shimmering mirror of the overcast sky, and it was through this damp, penetrating mist that Arthur Penhaligon walked, his boots heavy with the accumulated mud of the lowlands, his breath a faint, ghostly plume in the cold air that carried the scent of wet stone and...

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