The Pale Mist
The rain did not fall so much as it exhaled, a thick, gray breath that settled over the city of Oakhaven in a permanent, suffocating mist, blurring the edges of the world until the buildings seemed to dissolve into the wet pavement, a phenomenon that Dr. Elias Thorne had spent the last decade trying to quantify in his monographs on atmospheric perception, yet which he now found impossible to...
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