The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The train shuddered as it crossed the bridge, a rhythmic clatter that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I sat in the corner of the carriage, clutching the small, leather-bound ledger to my chest. It was not a book of poetry, nor a journal of dreams, but a record of debts, of hours worked, of wages withheld. The leather was worn soft at the corners, cracked along the spine like dry...

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