The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The name is called out in the hallway, sharp and clipped, like a coin dropped on tile. "Elias. Come to my office. Now." You do not run. You walk. Your shoes, the brown leather ones you bought at the estate sale for twelve dollars, make a dry, rasping sound against the linoleum of the provincial records office, a floor that has not been waxed since the administration change in 2015. The air in...

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