The Pale Tower
The ledger had three hundred and twelve pages, and Elias Thorne had counted them twice, the number settling in his gut like a stone in a well. He was thirty-four years old, an archivist of low rank in the Pale Tower, and he had exactly two days to finalize the entry for Lord Vane’s removal. The ink on the quill was black, but as it touched the parchment, it did not dry. It bled. It spread into...
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