The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink was not merely a substance; it was a living, breathing entity that had seeped into the very pores of Arthur Pendelton’s skin, turning his veins into black tributaries flowing toward a heart that beat with the rhythmic, metallic thud of a steam engine. He sat in the cramped office of the City Clerk’s Department, a room that smelled of damp paper and the ozone scent of the electric lamps...

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