Tower Left Alone (A NOVEL)

Chapter One: Gone to the Conclave

The morning was the sort of gray that didn't feel finished. Not stormy. Not calm. Just hovering there, like the sky couldn’t quite decide if it wanted to rain or nap. Beneath that indecisive sky, in the uneven garden of an ancient stone tower, stood a wizard wearing two socks and one sock as a hat. The socks did not match. Nor did the hat, technically.