The Pale Tower
The ledger page lay flat on the mahogany desk, its surface a stark, blinding white that seemed to absorb the dim gaslight of the office. Elias Thorne stared at the blank expanse, his fingers trembling slightly as he hovered over the paper, feeling the cold dampness of the room seep into his knuckles. He had come for three hundred pounds, a sum that would clear the debts left by his wife’s final...
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