The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell rings. You stop. Your hands are dirty. Ink and grease. You look at the ledger. The numbers are wrong. You look up. Mr. Ashworth is there. He stands by the door. His coat is gray. His face is pale. "Margaret," he says. You do not answer. You wipe your hands on your apron. The cloth is brown. You do not look at him. "I need to speak with you," he says. "There is no time, sir. The...

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