The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ledger had forty-three pages left to audit. I counted them by the weight in my hand, the paper gritty with age, the spine cracked like old skin. Outside, the rain hammered the slate roof of the university office, a relentless, drumming labor that made my temples ache. I was Arthur, forty-five, and I needed to finish this by Friday or my tenure review would be dead. The committee had already...

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