The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The letter lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling in the dry heat that had settled over the Halloway estate for three days straight. Elias Thorne held the envelope in his calloused hands, the paper thin and brittle as the leaves he had been picking up all morning. He did not open it. Instead, he looked out the window at the white oak, its bark peeling in long, pale strips, standing alone...

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