The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The damp air in the basement of the Imperial Mint smelled of iron filings and old paper, a scent that had permeated the pores of Elias Thorne’s skin for twenty-two years until it was indistinguishable from his own blood. He sat at a heavy oak desk, the only light coming from a single gas lamp that flickered against the gloom, his fingers tracing the columns of a ledger that should have been...

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