The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell did not ring. It cracked. A sound like a rib snapping in the cold. The great bronze tongue of St. Jude’s hung in its frame, split down the middle, leaking a high, thin whine that cut through the frost. It was the first thing Thomas saw when he pulled the iron gate of the barracks open. The mist was not pale. It was gray, thick, and tasted of coal and old blood. It clung to the...

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