The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink had begun to bleed into the grain of the oak, a slow, irreversible seepage that marked the days not by the turning of the calendar but by the darkening of the wood, a physical record of the hours I had spent hunched over the ledger, my fingers stained with the indigo residue of a trade that had ceased to exist in the waking world. I was the Keeper of the Threshold, a title that had once...

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