The Pale Mist

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2026-08-18 01:06:09 -

The Pale Mist

The rain against the glass of the city was a constant, rhythmic whisper, a sound that had become so familiar to you that it no longer registered as weather but as the very pulse of the building, a mechanical heartbeat that kept time with the gears of the world outside. You sat in the back office of the firm, the air thick with the smell of stale tobacco and wet wool, watching the water streak...

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