The Pale Mist
The document lay before me, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the office, a thin sheet of heavy cream paper that bore the weight of five years of my life and the silence of my father’s grave. It was the final settlement, the instrument that would transfer the remaining assets of the Vane estate to cover the debts incurred by my father’s final, disastrous ventures in the coal trade,...
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