The Pale Mist
The shredder hums in the next room, a low, mechanical growl that vibrates through the floorboards and into your bones. You are Mara, thirty-two, and you are currently being erased. The National Library’s new Director, a man named Thorne who arrived with the violence of a storm front, has just walked out of your office without saying a word. He did not need to. The silence was louder than any...
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