The Pale Tower
The dust in the Ministry of Records does not settle; it hangs, a fine, pale suspension that coats the tongue with the taste of old paper and silence. You are Elara, thirty-two, and your contract expires in nine days, a deadline that feels less like a date and more like a countdown to your own erasure. You want to finish the catalog of the Pale Tower’s forbidden texts, a task you have undertaken...
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