The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The banquet hall smelled of roasting goose and damp wool, a thick, cloying scent that coated the back of your throat. You sat at the long table, your fingers wrapped around a porcelain cup of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the steam curl and vanish into the gloom. Around you, the other clerks and minor functionaries of the Ministry of Civic Order laughed, their voices bouncing off...

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