The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

October 12, 1893. The ink is still wet on the letter I cannot send, the one that would have secured my father’s pension, had the Ministry not chosen to bury him instead. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a junior clerk in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and I am desperate. The winter budget cuts are scheduled for the first of the month, and if I do not produce the service records my...

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