The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog that rolled in from the harbor at the edge of the known world was not merely weather, but a substance, a living veil of grey that swallowed the cobblestones and the iron railings and the very concept of distance, until all that remained for the Inspector was the immediate, suffocating reality of his own breath and the cold, damp weight of the lantern he held in his trembling hands. He...

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