The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ledger sat open on the table, its pages thick with the weight of thirty years of service, each entry a small, precise death of time. Elias Vane counted the hours in his head, a habit born of necessity rather than piety, as the feast hall around him roared with the clatter of pewter and the smell of roasted pork. He was thirty, a clerk of the second grade, and the air was thick with the...

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