The Pale Mist
The storm broke against the high windows of the Ministry of Records with the force of a physical blow, shaking the dust from the ceiling tiles in fine, gray sleet. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the reading room, the water-stained ledger heavy in his hands, while Chief Archivist Harrow pointed a trembling finger at the man and his evidence. "Thorne," Harrow shouted, his voice cracking over...
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