The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

My hands were already stained black to the wrist when I realized the ink would not dry. Chapter One The smell of the Alfama cellar was thick, a wet rot of stone and old paper that clung to the back of my throat before I even opened my eyes. I was copying the Duke’s ledger, the quill scratching against parchment that felt less like skin and more like the dried membrane of a lung. It was nearly...

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