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... the lone, narrow window high in the tower laying a pale beam across the grey walls.
No door stood open, no wind stirred. The tower had been built for silence, for secrecy. No cry could escape it. No sound could enter. The chamber was a tomb,except its dead were not still.
Winter had come and gone, leaving only the cold echo of its passage, like a wound half-healed. Spring touched the world outside with warmth and bloom, but in this room, there was no season.
Only rot. Onl ...
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