The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey shroud that turned the cobblestones into dark, slick mirrors reflecting the soot-stained facades of the textile mills and the low, crumbling row of houses where I kept my ledger and my silence. I was a man of precise measurements and quiet dread, a clerk in the Accounts Department of Ashworth & Sons, a position that...

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