The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The counter clicked four hundred and twelve times before the ink began to bleed. You had been restoring the ledger for six hours, your fingers stained black with the residue of a century, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric note that vibrated in your molars. The city outside was wrapped in a fog so thick it seemed to press against the glass like a living skin, and inside, the air...

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