The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a thick, grey breath that poured out of the harbor mouth and swallowed the city of Providence whole, turning the jagged skyline of steel and glass into a ghostly suggestion of what had once been solid, erasing the horizon until the sky and the street became one indistinguishable, suffocating white. I stood on the precipice of the fourth floor of...

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