The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The chisel slipped, and Anders Lund watched the granite crumble into gray ash before it could even touch the mortar bed. "Your oxygen subscription lapsed at dawn," the foreman said, not looking up from his tablet, where the border coordinates were shifting in a slow, red crawl. "The court requires a physical presence for arbitration. You are in violation of Protocol Seven." Anders did not...

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