The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not merely fallen upon the Abbey of St. Jude’s for the last three weeks, but had seeped into its very marrow, dissolving the mortar that held the centuries together, and I stood there, wet to the bone, watching the great oak door groan against its hinges as if in pain, my hands trembling not from the cold that bit through my woolen robe but from the terrible, electric anticipation...

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