The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ledger weighed forty-two pounds, a heavy iron-bound thing that smelled of sulfur and old blood. I counted the entries as I hauled it from the Captain’s private study, my fingers slick with the damp that always clung to the walls of the outpost. Each line item was a deduction, a fine, a silence purchased with the erasure of a man’s past. I had served for twelve years, twelve years of...

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