The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the Whitmore house with a persistent, rhythmic thud that seemed to synchronize itself with the beating of Arthur’s heart. He stood by the window in the hallway, his uniform jacket buttoned to the throat, watching the gray sludge of the street below. The coat was heavy, the wool thick and damp from the walk, and it...

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