The Pale Tower
The discrepancy was a single line of ink, a subtraction that did not add up, buried in the ledger of the Palace Guard’s supply chain. You, Elias Thorne, forty-two and senior inspector of the Ministry of Internal Security, stared at the figure until the numbers blurred, your eyes burning from the strain of a sleepless night. You wanted the promotion to Director, a position that had eluded you...
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