The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ledger in my hand was not merely a book of accounts; it was a cage, its pages thick with the dry, brittle scent of dried blood and old ink. I held it close to my chest, a shield against the cold that seeped through the stone walls of the Guildhall, a place where the air tasted of dust and unresolved sins. I am a sinner, or at least that is what the Magistrate calls me, a thief of trust, a...

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