The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The copper sheet was cold, but the ink in Arthur Vane’s veins was not. "Your wages are withheld, Mr. Vane," Foreman Silas Grady said, his voice flat and dry as the dust that coated the engraving room. He did not look at Arthur. He looked at the ledger, tapping a finger against a line of red ink that seemed to pulse in the dim gaslight. "The board has flagged your account. Contamination risk....

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