The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ledger lay open on the workbench, the ink still wet from the final entry: twelve pounds, four shillings, owed to the magistrate for the commission of the great hall’s centerpiece. Elias Thorne stared at the sum, the numbers blurring as the light in the workshop shifted from the pale gray of dawn to the bruised purple of early morning. He had worked for three days without sleep, his lungs...

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