The Pale Tower
The weight of the gold leaf was measured in fractions of a grain, yet it carried the crushing burden of Elias’s entire remaining life, a burden he felt settling deeper into his joints with every breath of the frigid air that seeped through the stone walls of the scriptorium. He counted the hours not by the sun, which was obscured by the perpetual grey of the valley, but by the drying time of...
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