The Pale Tower
The ledger weighed four pounds, three ounces, and a secret that would ruin us both. I counted the pages as I walked up the spiral stairs of the watchtower, the paper crisp and brittle against the damp wood, each sheet a record of stolen grain and falsified weights that Major Halloway had buried in the basement for three years. My knees ached, a dull, grinding pain that had nothing to do with...
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