The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The debt collectors did not knock; they simply stood in the doorway of Elara Vane’s parlor, their coats damp with the November sleet, and waited for her to sign the deed. They were men of little speech and less mercy, representing the ironworks that had swallowed her husband, Thomas, into its grinding gears of industry before the cough had finished him. Elara, thirty-two and hollowed by grief...

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