The Pale Tower
The ledger showed three hundred and twelve copies of the *Codex Astrorum* to be transcribed, a task that would consume the remaining six weeks of my apprenticeship before I could claim my place in the Royal Archive. I counted the quills on the desk, twelve in total, each nib worn to a point sharp enough to cut the flesh of my thumb, a small pain that grounded me against the rising dread. My...
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