The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ledger lay open on the passenger seat, its pages swollen with the damp that had crept in through the truck’s rusted window seals. Elias Thorne counted the entries for the last time, his finger tracing the ink until the numbers blurred into a single, dark smear. Three hundred and forty-two bolts of seasoned oak, destined for the new wing of the Harrow Estate, a structure that would cost more...

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