The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The boy’s name was called out in the corridor, a sharp, barking sound that cut through the low hum of the city’s machinery, and I knew before the door even opened that the world had shifted on its axis, for it was not the landlord or the grocer who wanted me, but the High Chancellor’s secretary, a man whose shoes were polished to a mirror shine that reflected the dim gaslight of the hallway. My...

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