The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink on the order sheet was still wet when I saw it, a dark, viscous smear that bled into the cream-colored paper like a bruise forming under skin, and I knew then that the life I had built, brick by brick over thirty years of service, was about to be dismantled by a single stroke of a pen I had never touched, a signature that belonged to men who wore their authority like a second skin,...

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