The clock tower in the center of Oakhaven didn’t track hours; it tracked interest. It was the centerpiece of Perpetual Savings, a bank that had stood for three centuries without a single withdrawal.
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One night, Silas found the Master Ledger. He turned to his own name. The numbers were staggering—enough to feed the whole world for a year. But as he traced the ink, he realized the ink was still wet. He looked closer and saw that the bank wasn't just collecting money; it was draining the town’s vitality. The more "interest" the bank accrued, the faster the townspeople aged, their color fading into the grey stone of the street.
Silas, the town’s youngest teller, spent his days polishing the brass counters and filing ledgers for people who had been dead for a hundred years. He watched as his neighbors lived in shivering poverty, wearing threadbare coats and eating thin broth, all while their ledger balances grew into the millions.