The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The train left at dawn. It did not roar, but it shuddered, a heavy iron beast waking from a cold sleep. Thomas stood on the platform, his coat buttoned to the chin. The air was wet. It tasted of rust and coal smoke. He watched the carriages slide away. He did not wave. He did not look back. He was alone. He was the only investigator left in the county. The others had gone. They had quit. They...

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