The Pale Mist
Act I Yiannis Theodorou, forty-two of NineElm Crossing, knew the weight of a quill before he knew the weight of his daughter. His hand was fused to the nib, a permanent, calcified bond that marked him as a servant of the Bureau of Records in the ancient, heat-shimmering city of Aethel. The afternoon thunder rolled over the island, a physical fact that shook the dust from the rafters of the...
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