The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall; it hovered. A thick, grey suspension of moisture clung to the cobblestones, turning the street into a mirror of the sky. I stood on the corner, watching the fog eat the world. It was a strange place. The buildings leaned in, conspiratorial, their facades a patchwork of stone that seemed to breathe. There were no clocks here. Time was a fluid thing, measured in the depth...

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