Savings Banks - Perpetual

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.

"Why don't we just take a little?" Silas asked the High Manager one evening. "Old Mrs. Gable needs a new roof. Her balance says she could buy a palace." perpetual savings banks

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. Silas, the town’s youngest teller, spent his days