The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink on your fingers is the first thing you notice, not the taste of copper in your mouth, but the black smear across your knuckles, a permanent stain that has become part of your skin, part of the flesh, as if you have been slowly dissolving into the very medium you use to record the world. You are in the archive now, deep in the basement of the university library, where the air smells of...

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