The Pale Tower
Zoya Kozlov was thirty-two years old, and my hands were stained with the ink of ledgers that did not exist. I had spent six years in the Imperial Audit Bureau, scrubbing the grime of other men’s debts from the public record, hoping that my diligence would finally clear the stain of my father’s disgrace from my name. The hierarchy, however, viewed my ambition not as virtue but as a symptom of...
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