The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ledger lay open on the table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and vinegar. You turned the page with a thumb that felt swollen, the skin tight and hot, and read the list of debts owed to the Abbey of Oakhaven for the repair of the north wall. The numbers were a blur, but the total was clear enough to cut the air. You signed it. Your hand shook, not from the cold, which was a dry,...

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