The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink was wet. It always was, in the basement office of the Blackwood Textile Mill, a dampness that seemed to seep up from the floorboards rather than fall from the ceiling. Arthur Vane stared at the ledger, the page trembling slightly in his grip, while Overseer Halloway leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with the bored patience of a man who had seen a thousand clerks fail...

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