The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain did not fall. It hung. Elias stood in the center of the intersection, his hand resting on the grip of his sidearm. The asphalt was slick with a fog that smelled of ozone and wet dust. It was a thick, white suspension that swallowed the streetlights, turning them into diffuse halos. He checked his watch. 0300. The shift was ending. His partner, Sarah, was waiting in the cruiser, engine...

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