The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain lashed against the high windows of the Lord’s chamber, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to mimic the erratic beating of your father’s heart. You stood by the bedside, your hand gripping the rail until your knuckles turned white, watching the shallow rise and fall of his chest. He was delirious again, his eyes wide and unseeing, fixated on some distant horror that you could not see. "You...

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