The Pale Shadows
"Three more days, Elias. Then the debt is cleared, and you can rest." The words hung in the damp air of the mill office, cold and sharp as the draft coming under the door. I looked up from the ledger. My hands were shaking, not from cold, though the stone floor was freezing the soles of my boots, but from the effort of keeping my eyes open. I had been here since dawn. The ink was smeared on my...
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