The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The coat was blue. Not navy. Not denim. A pale, washed-out blue, like the sky just before a storm breaks. It hung on the hook by the door. It had hung there for three days. I am a detective. Or I was. Now I am just a man who looks at things and tries to understand why they are where they are. The town of Harrowgate is small. It is a place where everyone knows everyone’s business, mostly because...

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