The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain on the motorway is not water; it is a grey, static charge that hums against the windshield and seeps into the soles of your shoes, turning the wet leather of your boots into a second, colder skin that sticks to your feet with the tenacity of a widow’s grief. You are driving north, toward the coast, where the air turns salt and the light breaks thin and brittle over the jagged cliffs....

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