The Pale Tower
The ledger in my hand weighed as much as the guilt I carried into the High Magistrate’s office, a thick book of leather and ink that recorded twenty years of my service, twenty years of keeping the peace in the shadow of the Duke’s castle. I stood before the desk, my boots scuffed from the wet cobblestones of the lower city, and watched the Magistrate, a man whose face was as smooth and cold as...
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