The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The chisel slips, carving a thin white line into the oak floorboards, and you catch the scent of sawdust mixed with the older, sharper odor of damp rot before you see the dust settle in the shaft of moonlight. Your hand is steady, but your breath is not, for the wind in the hallway has begun its nightly performance, sliding the salt cellar from the mantel to the rug with a soft, deliberate thud...

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