The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The dream did not come with the soft, drifting quality of sleep but with the jagged, metallic taste of old blood and the suffocating weight of stone, a sensation so visceral that Arthur Penhaligon felt the phantom ache of a fracture in his left shoulder, a wound he had sustained decades ago in the muddy trenches of the Somme, as if the bone itself had remembered the impact of the shrapnel and...

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