The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The letter from the Bank of St. Jude lay on the oak table, its ink still wet, smelling faintly of iron and vinegar, a document that weighed more than the parchment it was written on, demanding the final sum of three hundred florins by the eve of the Feast of All Saints. Elias read the figures twice, his eyes tracing the looped script that signified his debt, his hand resting on the edge of the...

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