The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The ink will not dry, Deirdre Costello said, holding the quill at a distance as if it might bite. The Abbot did not look up from his beads. He was counting them, a slow, mechanical rhythm that matched the dripping of the cellar water. You are trying to write a ghost into the ledger, he said. His voice was dry, like the sound of the font in the cold church. It is not a ghost. It is a debt. Two...

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