The Pale Tower
Act I "You cannot audit a ghost, Mona Farah," the clerk said, his pen hovering over the inkwell, "and you certainly cannot audit the dead." Mona did not look up from the ledger, her finger tracing the jagged line of debt that her father had left behind, a debt that smelled of rotting fish and unpaid wages. The town of Veldt in 1924 was a place where the fog did not lift but settled into the...
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