The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Harold. "Harold," the foreman barked from the office door, his voice cracking against the dry, dusty air of the counting room. "Harold, get your ears here. The ledgers for the third shift are on the desk. They need balancing before the owner arrives at noon, or we’re both walking out with nothing but our boots and a bad reputation." I looked up from the ledger, my fingers stained with the black...

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