The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell rang at dawn. It did not chime. It struck, a dull, heavy blow against the iron tongue, vibrating through the floorboards of the shop. Thomas woke with his hand on the knife. The blade was cold. It was always cold. He sat up in the dark, the shadows pooling in the corners like spilled ink. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He listened. There was no sound but the...

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