The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs in the air, a fine, gray gauze that erases the boundaries between the cobblestones of Whitehall and the wet pavement of the street beyond, turning the world into a blurred, watercolor sketch of itself. You stand at the center of the marble foyer of the Ministry of Internal Security, your boots clicking a sharp, lonely rhythm against the polished floor,...

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