The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain in Manchester had a texture, a heavy, metallic weight that seemed to settle into the pores of the skin and remain there, a permanent dampness that no amount of drying could fully expel. You stood in the narrow corridor of the police station, the plaster peeling in long, yellowed strips that looked like dead skin hanging from the walls, and you watched the clock above the door tick with...

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