The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The letter from the Town Council sat on the workbench, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the weight of a deadline. It was not a threat, exactly, but a calculation: the Great Hall’s chime mechanism had to be repaired by the winter solstice, or the contract would be void, and with it, the last of your capital. You read it twice, the paper feeling slick and cold under your thumbs, before...

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