The Pale Exile
The ledger had one hundred and forty-four pages, and you had spent six hours counting them. You counted them again, just to be sure, running your thumb down the spine to feel the slight give of the paper. The light from the electric lamp was harsh, buzzing with a low, persistent hum that seemed to vibrate in your teeth. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a clerk in the Ministry of Records, and...
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