The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog in the valley did not lift; it merely changed density, pressing against the glass of the magistrate’s office like a living thing seeking entry. I was forty-two years old, a clerk of the High Court, and I had spent the last six years trying to wash a stain from my name that the ink of justice could not erase. My father, Thomas Thorne, had been convicted of theft in 1887, a crime he died...

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