The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ledger in my hand weighed exactly three ounces, a small, dense thing of leather and iron that cost more than my monthly ration, and I counted the hours until the winter freeze with the same grim precision I used to count the copper coins in my pocket, knowing that by noon, the magistrate’s office would be closed to me, and by night, my stomach would be empty enough to hear the fog...

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