The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You are standing in the kitchen of the house on Harrow Lane, the one you bought with your late husband’s pension and the small inheritance from your sister, a house that smells of damp wool and the distinct, metallic tang of old blood, a smell that has seeped into the very grain of the pine floorboards and now resides in your own lungs. It is Tuesday evening, the kind of grey, bruised afternoon...

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