The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink on the ledger was not drying; it was drinking. "Mr. Thorne, you are bleeding on my desk," Minister Halloway said, his voice flat and dry as the dust that coated the windowsills of the Ministry of Records. He did not look up from his paperwork, but he slid the ledger away from Elias with a gloved hand, as if it were a corpse. "And you are late. It is nine-fifteen. The audit begins at...

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