The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

You are late, Elias, and the clock in the corridor does not care that your hands are shaking, so you hurry past the rows of filing cabinets, their metal surfaces cold and indifferent under the fluorescent hum, and you smell the dust, that specific, dry scent of decaying paper and old binding glue that has been your air for twelve years, as you reach for the ledger bound in pale leather that...

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