The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain hit the glass. It fell in sheets. Cold. Wet. The station was loud. It was always loud. I stood by the window. I watched the drops slide down. They ran together. They made long, thin trails. Like tears. But no one was crying. Not here. Not anymore. My name is Arthur. I was a sergeant. I had the stars on my collar. I had the badge. I had the weight of it. I carried it in my chest. It was...

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