The Pale Tower
The ink had dried on the ledger for three days before I finally looked up from the desk in the antechamber of the Ministry, the air in the room so still it felt like holding my breath underwater. Outside the tall, narrow windows, the city of Aethelgard stretched out in a haze of grey cobblestones and slate roofs, a place where the light seemed to refuse to penetrate the lower streets, settling...
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