The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog in the foundry town of Ashworth did not simply rise from the river; it was exhaled by the earth itself, a thick, grey vapor that tasted of sulfur and old iron, clinging to the skin like a second, colder layer of flesh. I stood at the edge of the Great Furnace, my hands trembling not from the heat that should have been radiating off the molten slag, but from a profound, hollow cold that...

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