The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink in the ledger was not yet dry, a wet black smear against the heavy cream paper, when the first bead of pale fluid struck the edge of the table. Elias Thorne did not look up. He was thirty-four years old, a Sergeant in the Ironclad Prison, and he had spent the last six hours balancing the accounts for the north wing, his eyes burning from the strain of reading small figures by the light...

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