The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The bell did not ring; it screamed. It was a sound that tore through the thick, stagnant air of the abbey’s refectory, a shriek of iron on iron that vibrated in the marrow of Elara’s bones. She stood frozen at the edge of the long oak table, her hands still resting on the edge of the wooden slab, her fingers white-knuckled against the grain. The other sisters, the novices, the elderly mothers...

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