The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain in the Highlands does not fall so much as it hangs, a grey curtain that erases the horizon and turns the world into a blur of wet stone and heather. I drove the Volvo up the single-track road toward the Meridian Tower, the actuarial models for the merger with St. Jude’s sitting in the passenger seat, their pages swollen and illegible. I was fifty-four, and I had spent thirty years...

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