The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The counting of the day’s work began at seven, with the weight of the ledger in Elara’s hands. It was a heavy book, bound in cracked leather, smelling of iron filings and stale tobacco. She was thirty years old, a junior clerk at the Royal Mint in London, and the annual audit was six weeks away. Six weeks until her tenure would be reviewed, or her position revoked. The air in the office was...

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