The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The banquet hall of the Iron Lung Factory did not smell of food, but of ozone and wet wool, a thick, suffocating perfume that clung to the back of Edward Ashworth’s throat and settled into the pores of his skin like a fine, grey dust. He sat at the head of a long table made of polished mahogany, the wood so dark it seemed to swallow the light from the chandeliers, and before him lay a spread of...

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