The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain does not fall so much as it exists, a suspended, gray membrane that clings to the windows of the High Court of Justice, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of soot and iron, while you sit in the heavy, oak-paneled silence of the interrogation room, holding the vial in your left hand, feeling its cold glass pulse against your palm like a second, fragile heartbeat. You are the...

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