The Pale Mist
Chapter One "Will you tell me, Warden, why my boy is a thief?" Homer Gault asked, his voice low and steady in the damp air of the ancestral hall, where the September frost had already bitten the stone walls and the tide was heard through the masonry as a constant, grinding moan. He stood before the Head Warden, a man named Silas Vane, whose face was a map of bureaucratic indifference, while...
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