The Pale Tower
The ink on the ledger page was still wet, a dark, glossy smear that caught the grey light filtering through the study’s high windows, and I pressed my thumb against the edge of the torn sheet to stop it from fluttering in the draft. It was a fragment, a single page ripped from the middle of the accounting books, and the numbers on it did not add up; they spiraled downward in a way that...
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