The Pale Tale
The ledger weighed three pounds, four ounces, and two hundred and twelve pages of quiet ruin. Elias Thorne counted the entries for the third time that morning, his finger tracing the ink until the paper felt worn thin beneath his touch. It was a precise, mechanical act, a way to keep the tremor in his hands from becoming visible to the other clerks who moved through the corridor like ghosts in...
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