The Pale Tower
The pouch weighed four pounds, two ounces. I checked the scale at the station house, the needle trembling against the glass before settling, a small, mechanical judgment that felt heavier than the leather bag itself. Inside was a single sheet of paper, sealed in a manila envelope, and outside was a world that had already taken my house, my savings, and the last of my dignity, leaving only the...
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