The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink on the ledger was dry, but the stain on Elias Thorne’s hands remained. It was a black mark, deep in the whorls of his fingerprints, a testament to the years he had spent recording the debts of the village. He was the scribe. He was the keeper of the record. And he was the man who had signed the death warrant of his brother, Arthur, not with a sword, but with a quill. They had come to...

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