The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The paper was thin, brittle with age, and smelled of damp stone. Elias held it up to the single window in the granary, where the morning light was already failing, turning the ink into a smear of grey. It was a ledger, the communal debt ledger of Oakhaven, and his name was listed under the column for "Laborer’s Indebtedness," a sum that had grown larger every year he had worked the soil. He had...

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