The Last Mist

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The Last Mist

The moss grew in the corners of the cellar, a green velvet that smelled of damp earth and something older than memory. Arthur Pendelton knelt before it with the careful reverence of a man approaching a sacred thing. He had read about it in his uncle's manuscript--the Cornwall moss, they called it, though no botanist in London would have recognized the species. It was not a plant, not exactly....

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