The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

Morag MacLeod, thirty-two, a border constable with a payday loan rolled over five times, walked the misted moor toward the sheep farmer’s croft, the bus timetable in her pocket marked with red ink for routes that no longer existed. The air smelled of wet wool and diesel, a cloying mix that coated the back of her throat before the sight of the pale standing stone resolved itself from the grey....

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