The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Vance. The name hung in the air of the mill office, heavy and sharp, spoken by the foreman, Silas, who stood by the ledger with his hat in his hands. Elara Vance looked up from the deed on her desk. The paper was thin, cheap stock, but it held the weight of her late husband’s name. Outside, the November wind battered the shutters of the old mill on the river bend. The town of Oakhaven was...

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