The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The soup sat on the table, steaming in a heavy ceramic bowl, its surface a dull, unappetizing gray. It had been there for three hours. Thomas Ashworth did not look at it. He stood by the window of his study, watching the fog roll off the black water of the harbor, a thick, cold blanket that swallowed the masts of the fishing boats whole. The year was 1894, and the city of Bristol was a place of...

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