The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the world outside the high windows of Thorne House into a blurred watercolor of mud and rot. I sat at my desk in the study, the only room in the estate where the air still held the scent of old paper and beeswax, staring at the cursor blinking on my laptop screen like a slow, rhythmic heartbeat. The deadline for the...

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