The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The dream begins not with the mist, as you might expect, but with the sound of a hinge grinding against rust, a dry, screeching protest that vibrates through the marrow of your left knee, that specific joint which has betrayed you since the accident in the coal yard, and you wake with the taste of iron and old pennies on your tongue, the taste that always accompanies the smell of the river at...

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