The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that turned the world into a watercolor left out in the damp. You are standing at the edge of the moor, your hand pressed firmly against the side of your face, where the skin is taut and hot, a living map of the fever that has been consuming you for three days. It is 1902, and the air smells of wet wool, coal smoke, and the...

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