The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain had been falling since Tuesday, a gray, persistent drizzle that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, dark mirror reflecting the broken neon signs of the shops that had long since closed their doors for good, and I stood in the doorway of the old apothecary, shivering not from the cold but from the terrible, hollow weight of the ledger in my hands, a leather-bound book...

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