The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The steam from the boiler room curled through the corridor in thick, grey ribbons, a tangible suspension of heat and coal dust that settled on the shoulders of anyone who lingered too long in the shadows of the foundry’s administrative wing. Elias Thorne stood before the heavy oak door of the Foreman’s office, his hand resting on the brass handle, feeling the cold metal bite into his palm, a...

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